| On a long and lonesome highway
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| East of Omaha
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| You can listen to the engine
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| Moaning out its one-note song
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| You can think about the woman
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| Or the girl you knew the night before
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| But your thoughts will soon be wanderin'
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| The way they always do
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| When you’re riding sixteen hours
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| And there’s nothin' much to do
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| And you don’t feel much like riding
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| You just wish the trip was through
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| Say, here I am
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| On the road again
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| There I am
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| Up on the stage
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| Here I go
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| Playin' star again
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| There I go
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| Turn the page
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| Well you walk into a restaurant
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| Strung out from the road
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| And you feel the eyes upon you
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| As you’re shakin' off the cold
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| You pretend it doesn’t bother you
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| But you just want to explode
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| Most times you can’t hear 'em talk
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| Other times you can
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| All the same old clichés
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| «Is that a woman or a man?»
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| And you always seem outnumbered
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| You don’t dare make a stand
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| Here I am
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| On the road again
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| There I am
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| Up on the stage
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| Here I go
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| Playin' star again
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| There I go
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| Turn the page
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| Out there in the spotlight
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| You’re a million miles away
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| Every ounce of energy
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| You try to give away
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| As the sweat pours out your body
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| Like the music that you play
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| Later in the evening
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| As you lie awake in bed
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| With the echoes from the amplifiers
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| Ringin' in your head
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| You smoke the day’s last cigarette
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| Remembering what she said
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| Here I am
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| On the road again
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| There I am
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| Up on the stage
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| Here I go
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| Playin' star again
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| There I go
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| Turn the page
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| Here I am
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| On the road again
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| There I am
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| On the stage
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| Here I go
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| Playin star again
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| There I go
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| There I go |