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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Moanin' out his 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 wandering
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The way they always do
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When you're ridin' sixteen hours
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And there's nothin' much to do
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And you don't feel much like ridin'
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You just wish the trip was through
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See 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 cliches
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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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Rememberin' 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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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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There I go
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