(Em)
On a long and lonesome highway
east of Omaha
(D)
you can listen to the engine\'s moanin\'
out his one note song
(A)
you can think about the woman
(Em)
or the girl you knew the night before
but your thoughts will soon be wandering
the way they always do
whuen you\'re ridin\' sixteen hours
and there\'s nothing\' much like ridin\'
you just wish the trip was through
(D)
here I am
(Em)
On the road again
(D)
There I am
(Em)
Up on the stage
(D)
Here I go
(Em)
Playin\' star again
(C) (D)
There I go
(Em)
turn the page
So you walk into this restaurant,
strung out from the road
and you feel the eyes upon you
as you\'re shakin\' off the cold
you pretend it doesnt bother you
but you just want to explode
yeah, most times you can\'t hear them talk,
other times you can
all the same old clichés?
is it woman, is it man?
and you always seem outnumbered,
you don\'t dare make a stand
make your stand
Here I am...
out there in the spotlight
you\'re a milion miles away
every ounce of energy
you try to give away
as the sweat pours out your body
like music that you play
later in the evening
as you lie awake in bed
with the echoes of the amplifiers
rindin\' in your head
you smoke the day\'s last cigarette,
rememberin\' what she said, what she said, what she said
Here I am...
(C) (D) (Em)
There I go, Turn that page
(C) (D)
There I go, yeah, yeah
(Em)
There I go
there I go, there I go... turn the page