*Turn The Page*   Soon be wanderingThe way they always do.When you're riding sixteen hours,And there's On a long and lonesome highwayEast of Omaha,You can listen to the enginesMoanin' out as one note song.You can think about the womanOr the girl you knew the night before. =mas= But your thoughts will nothing much to do,And you don't feel much like ridingYou just wish the trip was through Here I am ...on the road againHere I am ....up on the stageThere I go .....playing star againThere I go .....turn the page So you walk into this restaurantStrung out from the road,And you feel the eyes upon youAs you're shaking off the cold.You pretend it doesn't bother youBut you

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