| Song | Turn the Page (The Voice Performance) |
| Artist | The Swon Brothers |
| Album | Turn the Page (The Voice Performance) - Single |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha | |
| You can listen to the engine moanin’ out it’s one note song | |
| You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before | |
| But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do | |
| When you’re riding sixteen hours and there’s nothing there to do | |
| And you don’t feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through | |
| Here I am, on the road again | |
| There I am, on the stage | |
| Here I go, playing star again | |
| There I go, turn the page | |
| Well you walk into a restaurant all strung out from the road | |
| And you feel the eyes upon you as you’re shaking off the cold | |
| You pretend it doesn’t bother you, but you just want to explode | |
| Most times you can’t hear ‘em talk, other times you can | |
| All the same old cliche’s, is it woman is it man? | |
| You always seem outnumbered, so you don’t dare make a stand | |
| Here I am, on the road again | |
| There I am, on the stage | |
| Here I go, playing star again | |
| There I go, turn the page | |
| Out there in the spotlight you’re a million miles away | |
| Every ounce of energy, you try to give away | |
| As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play | |
| Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed | |
| With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin’ in your head | |
| You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said | |
| Here I am, on the road again | |
| There I am, up on the stage | |
| Here I go, playing star again | |
| There I go, turn the page | |
| Here I am, on the road again | |
| There I am, on the stage yeah | |
| Here I go, playing star again | |
| There I go, there I go |
| On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha | |
| You can listen to the engine moanin' out it' s one note song | |
| You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before | |
| But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do | |
| When you' re riding sixteen hours and there' s nothing there to do | |
| And you don' t feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through | |
| Here I am, on the road again | |
| There I am, on the stage | |
| Here I go, playing star again | |
| There I go, turn the page | |
| Well you walk into a restaurant all strung out from the road | |
| And you feel the eyes upon you as you' re shaking off the cold | |
| You pretend it doesn' t bother you, but you just want to explode | |
| Most times you can' t hear ' em talk, other times you can | |
| All the same old cliche' s, is it woman is it man? | |
| You always seem outnumbered, so you don' t dare make a stand | |
| Here I am, on the road again | |
| There I am, on the stage | |
| Here I go, playing star again | |
| There I go, turn the page | |
| Out there in the spotlight you' re a million miles away | |
| Every ounce of energy, you try to give away | |
| As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play | |
| Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed | |
| With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head | |
| You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said | |
| Here I am, on the road again | |
| There I am, up on the stage | |
| Here I go, playing star again | |
| There I go, turn the page | |
| Here I am, on the road again | |
| There I am, on the stage yeah | |
| Here I go, playing star again | |
| There I go, there I go |
| On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha | |
| You can listen to the engine moanin' out it' s one note song | |
| You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before | |
| But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do | |
| When you' re riding sixteen hours and there' s nothing there to do | |
| And you don' t feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through | |
| Here I am, on the road again | |
| There I am, on the stage | |
| Here I go, playing star again | |
| There I go, turn the page | |
| Well you walk into a restaurant all strung out from the road | |
| And you feel the eyes upon you as you' re shaking off the cold | |
| You pretend it doesn' t bother you, but you just want to explode | |
| Most times you can' t hear ' em talk, other times you can | |
| All the same old cliche' s, is it woman is it man? | |
| You always seem outnumbered, so you don' t dare make a stand | |
| Here I am, on the road again | |
| There I am, on the stage | |
| Here I go, playing star again | |
| There I go, turn the page | |
| Out there in the spotlight you' re a million miles away | |
| Every ounce of energy, you try to give away | |
| As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play | |
| Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed | |
| With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head | |
| You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said | |
| Here I am, on the road again | |
| There I am, up on the stage | |
| Here I go, playing star again | |
| There I go, turn the page | |
| Here I am, on the road again | |
| There I am, on the stage yeah | |
| Here I go, playing star again | |
| There I go, there I go |