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I missed the photo thread the first time around. Took me this long to dig up this picture from, oh, 1980 or so. If you frequented Cassiopia's or The Cove in Oklahoma near Kansas those days you might remember Storm.



Since the other horns aren't up there, I'd guess this is Turn the Page ...

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha.
You can listen to the engine moaning out it�s 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 there�s nothing much to do
And you don�t 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 doesn�t bother you, but you just want to explode.
Most times you can�t hear em talk, other times you can.
Oh the same old cliche, is that woman or a man
You always see my number, you don�t 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 you're 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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