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On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha You can listen to the engine moanin' out its one-note song You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through Here I am on a road again There I am upon the stage Here I go playing star again There I go, turn the page Well out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away And every ounce of energy you try to give away As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play Well now later in the evening while you lie awake in bed With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said Here I am, on a road again There I am, upon the stage Here I go, playing star again There I go, there I go, there I go Turn the page