Single by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Bandġ972 (original), September 1975 (live version) You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said With the echoes of the amplifiers, ringin' in your head Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed Oh, woah, out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles awayĮvery ounce of energy, you try and give awayĪs the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you canĪll the same old cliches, is it woman, is it man?Īnd you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode So you walk into this restaurant, all strung out from the roadĪnd you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shakin' off the cold When you're ridin' sixteen hours, there's nothin' much to doĪnd you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through You think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night beforeīut your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do You can listen to the engine moanin' out his one note song On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
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