on long and lonesome highway...east of omaha... you can listen to the engine moan out its one note song... you think about the women...or the girl you knew the night before... but your thoughts will soon be wondering the way they always do... when youre riding sixteen hourse... and theres nothing much to do..and you dont feel much like riding... ya just wish the tripe was through... here i am...on the road again.there i am...up on the stage... there i go...playin star again...there i go...turn the page... so you walk into this restaurant...strung out from the road... and you feel the eyes up on you as..asyoure shaking of the cold... you pretend it doesnt bother you...but you just want to explode... yeah most times you cant hear em talk...other times you can... all the same old cliches...is it women is it man?... and you always seem out numbered...you dontdare make your stand.. make youre stand...but there i am...on the road again... there i am..up on the stage...here i go playin star again... there i go...turn the page...... out there in the spotlight...your a million miles away... everyonce of energy ...ya try to give away... as the sweat poors out your body...like the music that you play... later in the evenng...as you lie awake in bed... with the echoes of the omplifiers ringin in your head... you smoke the days last sigarette..rememberin what she said.... oh what she said.... and here i am..on the road agan...there i am...upon that stage... here i go...playin star again... there i go...turn the page.... there i go...turn the page... https://youtube/watch?v=dOibtqWo6z4
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 11:56:14 +0000
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