on a long and lonesome highway
east of omaha
you can listen to the engines moanin
out it's one old song
you can think about the woman
or the girl you knew the night before
but your thoughts will soon be wanderin
the way they always do
when you're ridin'16 hours
and there's nothin'much to do
and you don't feel much like ridin'
you just wish the trip was through
here i am on the road again
there i am up on the stage
there i go playin star again
there i go
turn the page
so you walk into this restaurant
all strung out from the road
and you feel the eyes upon you
as you're shakin off the cold
you pretend it doesn't bother you
but you just want to e plode
yeah most times you can't hear em talk
other times you can
all the same old cliché's
is it a woman is it a man
and you always seem outnumbered
you don't dare make a stand
but here i am on the road again
there i am up on the stage
here i go playin star again
there i go
turn the page
and here i am on the road again
there i am up on that stage
here i go playin star again
there i go turn the page
