on a long and lonesome highway east of Omahayou can listen to the engine moaning out as one long songyou can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night beforeBut your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always dowhen you’re riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to doyou 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 stagehere I go, playing the star againthere I go, turn the page[Próxima Parte]Well you walk into a restaraunt, strung out from the roadand you feel the eyes upon you, as you’re shaking off the coldyou pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explodeMost times you can hear 'em talk, other times you can'tall the same old cliches is that a woman or a manand you always seem outnumbered, you don’t dare make a stand(refrão)but here I am, on the road again[Refrão] (repetir)[Próxima Parte]out there in the spotlight, you’re a million miles awayevery ounce of energy you try to give awayas the sweat pours from your body, like the music that you playlater in the evening, as you lie awake in bedwith the echos from the amplifiers, ringing in your headyou smoke the day’s last cigarette, remembering what she said(refrão)but here I am, on the road againhere I am, up on the stagehere I go, playing the star againthere I go, turn the pageAh here I am, on the road againThere I am, up on the stagehere I go, playing the star againthere I go, there I go...
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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
[Próxima Parte]
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)
[Próxima Parte]
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...
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