My brother's love's this music it is played on his last day here on earth he was a strong hearted man very spiritual about the world walked the desert a free man.Love my brother i miss you so i know deep down inside your with me each and everyday.Love ya.
Our loved ones are eternal on our minds. Feelings, thoughts and prayers are forever. I'm sorry for your loss. He'll be on my mind everytime I hear this tune. May God bless him
Listened to this song for the first time in the summer of '95 in Varadero, Cuba through a now defunct music channel named More Music Television or MMTV. I was a teenager then having an awesome vacation w/ my family. Could never forget this tune, became one of my favorites songs right away.
honestly this captures the quintessential americana... whether ur are black, white, asian, hispanic or whatever.... the spirit resides in many places....but it lives nonetheless within.....true america, the nomad warrior who can make it anywhere.......america is mentality....america is an attitude... america is a fire....once it catches you.....you will know.....america is survival....america is life....
I wanna feel like this song all the time... I actually do most time, but even more, I am aware of walking around on a giant ball -all the time, I feel it. Nice version!
On a long and lonesome highway, east of omaha. You can listen to the engine moaning out its one lone song You can think about woman, or the girl you knew the night before, But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do. When your riding sixteen hours and theres nothing much to do And you dont feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through. Say, 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. Well you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road, You can feel the eyes upon you as your shaking off the cold You pretend it doesnt bother you, but you just want to explode. Most times you cant hear em talk, other times you can. Oh the same old cliche, as that woman on her a man You always see my number, you dont dare make a stand. 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. Out there in the spotlight your a million miles away, Every ounce of energy, you try and 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 echo from the amplifiers ringing in your head, You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said. Now 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, up on the stage. Ah here I go, playing star again. There I go, there I go.
On my way back thinking of black and white I knew what was need A battery. I am positif so I knew I need you And then it start again brand new Vrooms. Here I go again
On a long and lonesome highway, east of omaha. You can listen to the engine moaning out its one lone song You can think about woman, or the girl you knew the night before, But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do. When your riding sixteen hours and theres nothing much to do And you dont feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through. Say, 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. Well you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road, You can feel the eyes upon you as your shaking off the cold You pretend it doesnt bother you, but you just want to explode. Most times you cant hear em talk, other times you can. Oh the same old cliche, as that woman on her a man You always see my number, you dont dare make a stand. 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. Out there in the spotlight your a million miles away, Every ounce of energy, you try and 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 echo from the amplifiers ringing in your head, You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said. Now 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, up on the stage. Ah here I go, playing star again. There I go, there I go
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My brother's love's this music it is played on his last day here on earth he was a strong hearted man very spiritual about the world walked the desert a free man.Love my brother i miss you so i know deep down inside your with me each and everyday.Love ya.
I'm sorry about your brother, it sounds that he was a very special man.
I am so sorry for your loss, while I was reading your comment I was crying, again I am so sorry.
He loves you still.
Our loved ones are eternal on our minds. Feelings, thoughts and prayers are forever. I'm sorry for your loss. He'll be on my mind everytime I hear this tune. May God bless him
Yvonne, sorry for your loss. My two oldest brothers are deceased so I'll be the next one to disappear I suppose. It's just natures way.
Listened to this song for the first time in the summer of '95 in Varadero, Cuba through a now defunct music channel named More Music Television or MMTV. I was a teenager then having an awesome vacation w/ my family. Could never forget this tune, became one of my favorites songs right away.
How I miss riding, and this songs brings back beautiful memories
One of the greatest songs of all time. Sounds like a cover 2009 by the Hit Company.
The best love it
Topac city of dope
honestly this captures the quintessential americana... whether ur are black, white, asian, hispanic or whatever.... the spirit resides in many places....but it lives nonetheless within.....true america, the nomad warrior who can make it anywhere.......america is mentality....america is an attitude... america is a fire....once it catches you.....you will know.....america is survival....america is life....
Indeed!
Amen!
Dude, your use of ellipsis makes you look like you have trouble breathing.
Super song Yeah 61 and Black 🎉😊
I've got chills while listening to this
This makes me want to ride my motorcycle until I can’t no more
Me too ;)
Didn't have a good byke yet😭😭😭😭
I wanna feel like this song all the time... I actually do most time, but even more, I am aware of walking around on a giant ball -all the time, I feel it. Nice version!
😊😊😊😊😊
Amen for this song 😊
Love this song
Love this song!! Cheers everyone, wishing you well. God Bless.
Meny Thanks
On a long and lonesome highway, east of omaha.
You can listen to the engine moaning out its one lone song
You can think about woman, or the girl you knew the night before,
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do.
When your riding sixteen hours and theres nothing much to do
And you dont feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through.
Say, 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.
Well you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road,
You can feel the eyes upon you as your shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesnt bother you, but you just want to explode.
Most times you cant hear em talk, other times you can.
Oh the same old cliche, as that woman on her a man
You always see my number, you dont dare make a stand.
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.
Out there in the spotlight your a million miles away,
Every ounce of energy, you try and 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 echo from the amplifiers ringing in your head,
You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said.
Now 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, up on the stage.
Ah here I go, playing star again.
There I go, there I go.
Great video for an awesome Seger song!!!
Am a former motorcycle rider
Thks for posting this!!!! 👍
This is one of my all time favorites. We get so many requests for it and I never tire of singing it. Sometimes, I’ll perform it twice.
I’m only 16 and I grew up wit this song since I was like 4
🇯🇲 1st time listening today - 2019 🔥
Keep listening
Love this song slways
So cool never out dated
❤😊love this!! Thank you
THE ULTIMATE LONER SONG
A great classic.
Thank you.....wind in my hear and ride in to the freedom ✌️🙏❣️
I like this version
Finally found it live this song
A great song
Love this song 😂😊
Esta me llegó a lo mas profundo ❤
R I P. Bob. Seger. You had the genre pegged right.
Turn the Page-Bob Seger
❤
This song is about a true soldiers
I'm always on the Stage, The stage of life...........
A drill sgt brought me here
Live long Arnold/ terminator and Nicolas/ ghost rider
this song is dope
Lite up a blunt and ride my harley
On my way back thinking of black and white
I knew what was need
A battery. I am positif so I knew I need you
And then it start again brand new
Vrooms. Here I go again
2020...🎶🎵🎵🎵🎶🎶🎶
1:52 😊😊
🎼🎧🎼🎧❤️🇬🇷🎸
My first 2 years of alone just wanna get in and go! Before that...
I’ve been riding and riding my bike ...I don’t even know where I’m @
An OK cover of the Metallica song
Why isn't this on Spotify? 😡
It is,just search classic rock
Here I'm
On the road again!
bylem, sluchalem
Woraus stammt die letzte Szene (Motorradfahrer vor Flugzeug)? Wer ist dieser Motorradfahrer?
The Actor Mickey Rourke in the movie "Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man"
Wish @post malone would do this song
0:00
Thanks for the timestamp I was looking for that part
You mean “Turn The Page.”
The world was better back then.
You tube
IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE ALONE.
Bob seger
turban sage....
The family turned back on you. GOD has bigger plan..
Wisconsin!!!!
squaw
On a long and lonesome highway, east of omaha.
You can listen to the engine moaning out its one lone song
You can think about woman, or the girl you knew the night before,
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do.
When your riding sixteen hours and theres nothing much to do
And you dont feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through.
Say, 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.
Well you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road,
You can feel the eyes upon you as your shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesnt bother you, but you just want to explode.
Most times you cant hear em talk, other times you can.
Oh the same old cliche, as that woman on her a man
You always see my number, you dont dare make a stand.
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.
Out there in the spotlight your a million miles away,
Every ounce of energy, you try and 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 echo from the amplifiers ringing in your head,
You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said.
Now 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, up on the stage.
Ah here I go, playing star again.
There I go, there I go