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please rate, comment and subscribe Turn The Page On a long and lonesome highway, East of Omaha You listen to the engines Moanin' out its one song You think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do When you're riding 16 hours and there's nothing much to do And you don't feel much like riding, You just wish the trip was through Here I am, on the road again There I am, up on the stage Here I go, playing star again There I go, turn the page So you walk into this 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 Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can Oh, the same old cliches, “Is it woman? Is it man?“ And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand Mak
