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Em On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can D listen to the engine moanin’ out it’s one note song
You A think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night Em before

But your thoughts will soon be wandering, 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 riding, you just wish the trip was through

Ch{Well here D I am, on the Em road again
There I D am, up on the Em stage
Here I D go, playin’ a A star again
There I C go, D turn the Em page

Well you walk into a restaurant, 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 just want to explode…

Most times you can’t hear ‘em talk, other times you can
All the same cliches , is that a woman or a man?
And you always seem out numbered, don’t dare make a stand

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Out there in the spotlight you’re a million miles away
Every ounce of energy you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play

Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the days last cigarette, rememberin’ what she said…

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