Turn The Page

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 soon be wandering the way they always do D When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do A Em You don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through [Refrão] D Em But here I am, on the road again D Em Here I am, up on stage D A Here I go, playing the star again C D Em There I go, turn the page Em You walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road D And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold A Em You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode Em Sometimes you hear 'em talkin', other times you can't D All the same old cliches is that a woman or a man A Em And you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand [Refrão] D Em But here I am, on the road again D Em Here I am, up on stage D A Here I go, playing the star again C D Em There I go, turn the page Em Out there in the spotlight, you're 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 with the D Echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head A Em And you smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said [Refrão] 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