On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha You can listen to the engine moanin' out his one note song You can 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 ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' left 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 the star again There I go Turn the page Well you walk into a restaurant strung out from the road And you feel the eyes upon you as you're shakin' off the cold You pretend it doesn't bother you but you just want to explode Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can All the same old cliches, "Is that a woman or a man?" And you always seem outnumbered; you don't dare make a stand