On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
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You can listen to the engine moanin' out it's one note song
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You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
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But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do
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When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing there to do
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And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through
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Here I am, on the road again
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There I am, on the stage
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Here I go, playing star again
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There I go, turn the page
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Well you walk into a restaurant all strung out from the road
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And you feel the eyes upon you as you're shaking off the cold
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You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
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Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
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All the same old cliche's, is it woman is it man?
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You always seem outnumbered, so you don't dare make a stand
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Here I am, on the road again
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There I am, on the stage
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Here I go, playing star again
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There I go, turn the page
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Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away
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Every ounce of energy, you try to give away
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As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play
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Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed
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With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head
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You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said
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Here I am, on the road again
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There I am, up on the stage
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Here I go, playing star again
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There I go, turn the page
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Here I am, on the road again
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There I am, on the stage yeah
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Here I go, playing star again
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There I go, there I go
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Turn The Page
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| Bob Seger |
