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Bob Seger

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On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine, moanin’ out its one note song
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before

And your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you’re riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
You don't feel much like travelin', you just wish the trip was through

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But here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the star again
There I go, turn the page

You walk into a restaurant, strung 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

Sometimes you hear 'em talkin', other times you can't
All the same old clichés is that a woman or a man
And you always seem outnumbered; you dare not make a stand

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Out there in the spotlight, you’re a million miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try to give away
And the sweat pours from your body, like the music that you play

Later on that evening, as you lie awake in bed
Echoes of the amplifiers, ringin’ in your head
And you smoke the day’s last cigarette, remembering what you said

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