PLAYPLAYTurn The Page Em on a long and lonely highway east of Omaha D you can listen to the engine, moanin' out as one note song A Em you can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before Em and your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do D when you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing there to do A Em you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through CHORUS: D Em but here I am, on the road again D Em here I am, up on the stage D A here I go, playing the star again C D Em there I go, turn the page you walk into a restaraunt, strung out from the road and you feel the eyes opon you, as your 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 cliche's: is that a woman or a man and you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand CHORUS out there in the spotlight, your 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 echos of the amplifiers, ringin in your head and you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what you said CHORUS (2x)
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