I like to play this about 1.5x faster than the original,
starting with the Em at the 7th fret with the open top string,
then going to more like a low E5 in the second part of the verse.
Changing positions keeps this fairly repetitive song from getting
stale. Actually I try to us as many voicings with the open high E
string as I can.
| Em | D | Em | Em |
| Em | |
| On a | long and lonesome highway east of Omaha |
| D | |
| You can | listen to the engine, moanin’ out its one note 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 writing, you just wish the trip was through |
| 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 can hear ‘em talk, other times you can’t |
| D | |
| And it’s all the | same cliches is that a woman or a man |
| A | Em | |
| And you | always seem outnumbered, you don’t dare make a | stand |
| 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 |
Quiet, let chords ring...
| 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 out your body like the music that you | play |
| Em |
| Later on that evening, as you lie awake in bed |
| D | |
| The | echoes of the amplifiers ringin’ in your head |
| A | Em | |
| And you | smoke the day’s last cigarette, remembering what she said |
| 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 |
Now getting loud again...
| 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, | there I | go |