Em
Em
On a long and lonesome highway east of omahaD
You can listen to the engines moaning out as one note songAm                                                                                Em
You think about the woman or the girl you knew the night beforeEm
But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always doWhen you`re riding sixteen hours and there`s nothing much to doAnd you don`t feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through
D                                EmHere I am - on the road againD                                Em
There I am - up on the stageD                                Am
Here I go - playing star againC          D      Em
There I go - turn the pageSo you walk into this restaurant 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 explodeYeah, most times you can`t hear `em talk, other times you canAll the same old clichés, is it woman? is it man?And you always seem outnumbered, you don`t dare make a standMake your standD                                EmHere I am - on the road againD                                Em
There I am - up on the stageD                                Am
Here I go - playing star againC          D      Em
There I go - turn the page
Oo-ooh, out there in the spotlight, you`re a million miles awayEvery ounce of energy you try to give awayAs the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play, yeahLater in the evening, you lie awake in bedWith the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your headYou smoke the day`s last cigarette, remembering what she saidWhat she saidHe-eyYeahD                                EmHere I am - on the road againD                                Em
There I am - up on the stageD                                Am
Here I go - playing star againC          D      Em
There I go - turn the pageThere I go - turn that pageThere I go, yeah, yeahThere I go, yeah, yeahThere I go, yeahThere I go, yeahThere I go, oo-oo-oohThere I