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[Verse] – – – – On a [Am] long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha, you can [G] listen to the engine moanin’ out its one note song.  You [Dm] can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night [Am] before.

But your [Am] thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do.   When you’re [G] ridin’ sixteen hours and there’s nothin’ there to do.  And you [Dm] don’t feel much like ridin’, you just wish the trip was [Am] through

{ CHORUS } – – – – [Am] Say here I [G] am, on the [Am] road again.  There I [G] am, up on the [Am] stage.
Here I [G] go, playing the [Dm] star again.  There I [C] go, [G] turn the [Am] page

[Verse] – – – – – Well you [Am] walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road.  And you [G] feel the eyes upon you, as you’re shakin’ off the cold.  You [Dm] pretend it doesn’t bother you, but you just want to [Am] explode.

Most [Am] times you can’t hear ’em talk, other times you can.  [G] All the same old cliches,  Is that a woman or a man?  And you [Dm] always seem outnumbered, you don’t dare make a [Am] stand

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[Verse] – – – – [/Am/] Out there in the spotlight, you’re a million miles away.  [/G/] Every ounce of energy you try to give away.  As the [/D/] sweat pours out your body like the music that you play.

[Am] Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed; With the [G] echoes from the amplifiers ringin’ in your head – You [Dm] smoke the day’s last cigarette, rememberin’ what she [Am] said.

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