T u r n t h e P a g e
Em
On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
D
You can listen to the engine moaning out its one note song
A Em
You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before
Em
And your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
D
When your riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do and
A Em
you don't feel much like travelling, you just wish the trip was through
Em D Em D Em
But here I am, on the road again. Well here I am, up on the stage
D A C D Em
Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page
Em
As you walk into the restaurant all strung out from the road
D
And you feel the eyes upon you, as your shaking off the cold
A Em
You pretend it doesn't bother you but you just want to explode
Em
Sometimes you hear 'em talking, other times you can't
D
All the same old cliché's, is it a woman or a man
A Em
And you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand
Em D Em D Em
But here I am, on the road again. Well here I am, up on the stage
D A C D Em
Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page
Em
Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
D
Every ounce of energy, you try to give away
A Em
And the sweat pours from you're body, like the music that you play
Em
Later on that evening, as you lie wake in bed
D
With the echoes from the amplifiers till ringing in your head
A Em
And you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what you said
Em D Em D Em
But here I am, on the road again. Well here I am, up on the stage
D A C D Em
Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page
Em D Em D Em
But here I am, on the road again. Well here I am, up on the stage
D A C D Em
Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page,
C D Em
There I go, turn the page.
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