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on a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
you can listen to the engine moaning out as one long 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
you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through
(refrão)
Say here I am, on the road again

[Refrão]
There I am, up on the stage
here I go, playing the star again
there I go, turn the page

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Well you walk into a restaraunt, strung out from the road
and you feel the eyes upon you, as you’re shaking off the cold
you pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
Most times you can hear 'em talk, other times you can't
all the same old cliches is that a woman or a man
and you always seem outnumbered, you don’t dare make a stand
(refrão)
but here I am, on the road again

[Refrão] (repetir)
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out there in the spotlight, you’re a million miles away
every ounce of energy you try to give away
as the sweat pours from your body, like the music that you play
later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
with the echos from the amplifiers, ringing in your head
you smoke the day’s last cigarette, remembering what she said
(refrão)
but here I am, on the road again
here I am, up on the stage
here I go, playing the star again
there I go, turn the page
Ah here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
here I go, playing the star again
there I go, there I go...