Jon English - Turn the page

^AmOn a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha You can ^Glisten to the engine moaning out its one note song You can ^Dthink about the woman or the girl you knew the night be^Amfore

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

^AmBut here I ^Gam, on the ^Amroad again. Well here I ^Gam, up on the ^Amstage Here I ^Ggo, playing ^Dstar again. There I ^Fgo, ^Gturn the ^Ampage

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

^AmSometimes you hear 'em talking, other times you can't All the ^Gsame old cliché's, is it a woman or a man And you ^Dalways seem outnumbered, you dare not make a st^Amand

^AmBut here I ^Gam, on the ^Amroad again. Well here I ^Gam, up on the ^Amstage Here I ^Ggo, playing ^Dstar again. There I ^Fgo, ^Gturn the ^Ampage

^AmOut there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away Every ^Gounce of energy, you try to give away And the ^Dsweat pours from you're body, like the music that you pl^Amay

^AmLater on that evening, as you lie wake in bed With the ^Gechoes from the amplifiers till ringing in your head And you ^Dsmoke the days last cigarette, remembering what you ^Amsaid

^AmBut here I ^Gam, on the ^Amroad again. Well here I ^Gam, up on the ^Amstage Here I ^Ggo, playing ^Dstar again. There I ^Fgo, ^Gturn the ^Ampage

^AmBut here I ^Gam, on the ^Amroad again. Well here I ^Gam, up on the ^Amstage Here I ^Ggo, playing ^Dstar again. There I ^Fgo, ^Gturn the ^Ampage, There I ^Fgo, ^Gturn the ^Ampage.