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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 ridin', you just wish the trip was through.
Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on stage
Here I go, playing the star again
There I go, turn the page
You walk into a restaurant, 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 cant hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old cliches is that a woman or a man
And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand.
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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 out your body like the music that you play...
Later in evening, as 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...
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