| Em | |
| On a | long and lonesome highway,east of omaha |
| D | |
| You can l | isten to the engine moaning out it's one long song |
| Am | Em | |
| you | think about the woman or the girl you knew the night be | fore |
| Verse 2: |
| Em | |
| your t | houghts will soon be wondering the ways they always do |
| D | |
| When you'r | e ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' much to do |
| A | Em | |
| you do | n't feel much like ridin' you just wish the trip was | thru |
| Chorus: |
| D | Em | |
| Here I a | m on the road | again, |
| D | Em | |
| There I | am up on the s | tage |
| D | A | |
| Here I g | o,playin' | star again |
| C | D | Em | |
| there I | go | turn the p | age |
| Verse 3: |
| Em | |
| Well you | walk into to a restaurant strung out from the road |
| D | |
| And you | feel the eyes upon you as you're shakin' off the cold |
| Am | Em | |
| You | pretend it doesn't bother you but you just want to ex | plode |
| Verse4: |
| Em | |
| Sometimes yo | u can hear them talk,other times you can't |
| D | |
| All the | same old cliches is that a woman or a man |
| Am | Em | |
| and you al | ways seem out numbered, you don't dare make a | stand |
| Chorus |
| Verse 5: |
| Em | |
| Out ther | e in the spot lights you're a million miles away |
| D | |
| Every ounce of energy you try to give away |
| Am | Em | |
| And the swe | at pours out your body like the music that you | play |
| Verse 6: |
| Em | |
| L | ater in the evening as you lie a wake in bed |
| D | |
| E | choes from the amplifires ringing in your head |
| Am | Em | |
| And you | smoke the day's last cigarette remembering what she | said |
| Chorus |
this is the worst transcript I have come across yet, obviously the poster doesn't have a clue
It has been corrected