• Violão
• Guitarra
• Teclado
• Cavaquinho
• Contra-baixo
• Bateria
• Gaita
• Guitar Pro

Verse 1: 
           Em                   Em        
      On a long and lonesome highway,east of them of all 
             D                           D  
      You can listen to the engine moaning out it's one note song 
            A                  A                        Em       
      And you think about the one  or the girl the night before  
 
Verse 2: 
              Em                                   Em        
      But your thoughts will soon be wondering the ways they always do 
                D                                     D  
      When you're ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' much to do 
                A                        A                             Em 
      And you don't feel much like ridin'  you just wish the trip was true 


            D           Em 
      Here I am on the road again, 
              D           Em 
      There I am one more stage 
            D        A   
      Here I go,playin' star again 
            D           Em 
      there I go turn the page 

Verse 3: 
                Em                         
      Well you're walkin' to a restaurant strung out from the cold 
                                D                      
      And you feel the eyes upon you as you're chakin' off the coat 
                                 A                                             Em 
      You pretend it doesn't bother you but you just want to explose 
 
Verse4: 
                 Em 
      Most times you can hear them talkin',other times you can't 
            D 
      It's the same old preachey is there a woman or a man 
              A                                           Em 
      and you always see my thunder so you don't dare they make a stair 
 
Chorus 
 
Verse 5: 
              Em 
      After there in the spot lights you're a million miles away 
      D 
      Every outs of energy you try to give away 
              A                                         Em             
      as the swipe bose from your body like the music that you play 
 
Verse 6: 
       Em  
      Later in the evening as you lie a waken bed 
       D  
      Echoes from the ack fires ringing in your head 
         A                                                  Em 
      And you smoke the day's last cigarette remembering what you said 
 
Chorus 2 times.