On a long and lonesome highway
East of Kandahar
You can listen to the engine
Moanin' out his one note song
You can think about the imam
Or the kafir you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin',
You just wish the trip was through
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' war again
There I go
Turn the page
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