EmOn a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen Dto the engine moanin' out his one note song
You thinAk about the woman or the girl you knew the night beforeEm
EmBut your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteDen hours and there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feAel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was throughEm
EmHere I aDm On the road againEm
EmThere I am DUp on the stageEm
EmHere I gDo Playing star againA
There I go TurCn the PageEm
EmSo you walk into this restaurant, all strung out from the road
And you feel thDe eyes upon you shakin' off the cold
You pretAend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explodeEm
EmMost times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same Dold cliches, is it woman, is it man?
And you always sAeem outnumbered, you don't dare make a standEm
EmHere I aDm On the road againEm
EmThere I am DUp on the stageEm
EmHere I gDo Playing star againA
There I go TurCn the PageEm
EmOut there in the spotlight you're a million miles away
Every ouncDe of energy you try and give away
As the sweat Apours out your body like the music that you playEm
EmLater in the evening as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes Dof the amplifiers ringin' in your headEm
You smoke Athe day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she saidEm
EmHere I aDm On the road againEm
EmThere I am DUp on the stageEm
EmHere I go DPlaying star againA
There I go CTurn the DPageEm
There I go CTurn that DPageEm