Jon English - Turn the page

^EmOn a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha You can ^Dlisten to the engine moaning out its one note song You can ^Athink about the woman or the girl you knew the night be^Emfore

^EmAnd your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do When your ^Driding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do and you ^Adon't feel much like travelling, you just wish the trip was thro^Emugh

^EmBut here I ^Dam, on the ^Emroad again. Well here I ^Dam, up on the ^Emstage Here I ^Dgo, playing ^Astar again. There I ^Cgo, ^Dturn the ^Empage

^EmAs you walk into the restaurant all strung out from the road And you ^Dfeel the eyes upon you, as your shaking off the cold You pre^Atend it doesn't bother you but you just want to expl^Emode

^EmSometimes you hear 'em talking, other times you can't All the ^Dsame old cliché's, is it a woman or a man And you ^Aalways seem outnumbered, you dare not make a st^Emand

^EmBut here I ^Dam, on the ^Emroad again. Well here I ^Dam, up on the ^Emstage Here I ^Dgo, playing ^Astar again. There I ^Cgo, ^Dturn the ^Empage

^EmOut there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away Every ^Dounce of energy, you try to give away And the ^Asweat pours from you're body, like the music that you pl^Emay

^EmLater on that evening, as you lie wake in bed With the ^Dechoes from the amplifiers till ringing in your head And you ^Asmoke the days last cigarette, remembering what you ^Emsaid

^EmBut here I ^Dam, on the ^Emroad again. Well here I ^Dam, up on the ^Emstage Here I ^Dgo, playing ^Astar again. There I ^Cgo, ^Dturn the ^Empage

^EmBut here I ^Dam, on the ^Emroad again. Well here I ^Dam, up on the ^Emstage Here I ^Dgo, playing ^Astar again. There I ^Cgo, ^Dturn the ^Empage, There I ^Cgo, ^Dturn the ^Empage.