Coversong originally made famous by Bob Seger
\nLater mutilated by Metallica
\nWritten by Bob Seger<\/p>\n
(Em) On a long and lonely highway east of Omaha
\nYou can (D) listen to the engines, moanin’ out as one long song
\nYou can (A) think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night (Em) before
\n(Em) Well your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
\nWhen you’re (D) riding sixteen hours and there’s nothing much to do
\nAnd you (A) don’t feel much like ridin’, you just wish the trip was (Em) through<\/p>\n
CHORUS
\nHere I (D) am, on the (Em) road again
\nThere I (D) am, up on (Em) stage
\nHere I (D) go, playing the (A) star again
\nThere I (C) go, (D) turn the (Em) page<\/p>\n
(Em) When you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road
\nAnd you (D) feel the eyes upon you, as you’re shaking off the cold
\nYou (A) pretend it doesn’t bother you, but you just want to (Em) explode
\n(Em) Most times you can hear ’em talk’, other times you can’t
\nAll the (D) same old cliches is that a woman or a man
\nAnd you (A) always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a (Em) stand<\/p>\n
CHORUS<\/p>\n
(Em) Out there in the spotlight, you’re a million miles away
\n(D) Every ounce of energy you try to give away
\nAs the (A) sweat pours out your body like the music that you (Em) play
\n(Em) Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
\nWith the (D) echoes from the amplifiers ringin’ in your head
\nYou (A) smoke the day’s last cigarette, remembering what she (Em) said<\/p>\n
Turn The Page.mp3<\/a><\/p>\n ABOUT THE SONG Vocals, Guitar, Organ<\/p>\n
\nRecording: digital 6-track stereo<\/p>\n