Bob Seger - Turn the page

^EmOn a long and lonely highway east of Omaha You can l^Disten to the engines, moanin' out as one long song You can ^Amthink about the woman, or the girl you knew the night ^Embefore ^EmWell your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do When you're r^Diding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do And you ^Amdon't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was ^Emthrough

Here I a^Dm, on the ro^Emad again There I ^Dam, up on ^Emstage Here I g^Do, playing the st^Amar again There I ^Cgo, ^Dturn the ^Empage

^EmWhen you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road And you ^Dfeel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold You pret^Amend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to e^Emxplode ^EmMost times you can hear 'em talk', other times you can't All the ^Dsame old cliches is that a woman or a man And you ^Aalways seem outnumbered, you dare not make a ^Emstand

^EmOut there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away Every o^Dunce of energy you try to give away As the ^Asus2sweat pours out your body like the music that you ^Emplay ^EmLater in the evening, as you lie awake in bed ^Dsus2With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head You ^Amsmoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she ^Emsaid