| Lyrics: | on a long and lonesome highway east of omaha
you can listen to the engine's moanin out his one
note song
you can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
but
your thoughts will soon be wondering 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
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but here I am, on the road again
here I am, up on the
stage
here I go, playing the star again
there I go, turn the page
when you walk
into a restaraunt, strung out from the road
and you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking
of the cold
you pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
sometimes you
can here 'em talk, other times you can't
all the same 'ole cliches: is that a woman
or a man?
and you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a
stand
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out there in the spotlight, your a million miles away
every
ounce of energy, you try to give away
and the sweat pours from your body, like the music that
you play
later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
with the echos of the amplifiers,
ringin' in your head
as you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said
(what she said...)
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