On a long and lonesome highway 
 east of Omaha
 You can listen to the engines moaning 
 out as one note song
 You think about the woman or the girl 
 you knew the night 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

 [bad word] 
 Here I am - on the road again
 There I am - up on the stage
 Here I go - playing star again
 There I go - turn the page

 So you walk into this restaurant 
 [bad word] out from the road
 And you feel the eyes upon you, 
 as you're shaking off the cold
 You pretend it doesn't bother you, 
 but you just want to explode

 Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em 
 talk, other times you can
 All the same old clich's, "Is it 
 woman? Is it man?"
 And you always seem outnumbered, 
 you don't dare make a stand
 Make your stand

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