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Tom: Em

Em
on a long and lonely highway east of omaha
        D
you can listen to the engine, moanin out as one long song
        A                                                     Em
you can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
Em
and your thoughts will soo be wandering the way they always do
          D
when your riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
    A                                                                 Em
you don't feel much like travelin', you just wish the trip was through

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           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

Em
As you walk into a restaraunt, strung out from the road
        D
and you feel the eyes opon you, as your shaking off the cold
     A                                                         Em
you pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
Em
sometimes you can hear 'em talk, other times you can't
        D
all the same old cliche's is that a woman or a man
   A                                                       Em
and you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand

Em
out there in the spotlight, your a million miles away
       D
every ounce of energy, you try to give away
        A                                                       Em
and the sweat pours from your body, like the music that you play

Em
later on that evening, as you lie awake in bed
        D
And the echos of the amplifiers, ringin in your head
       A                                                        Em
and you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what you said