Jon English Beating The Boards Lyrics

Beating The Boards Lyrics

I've been drivin' out back in a 10 ton Mack, eating dust from the central
we-est

And if I ain't been spendin' all my money, then at least I've been
doin' my be-est

They went and took away all the cameras and drunk up all
my champa-agne

And roll me over right, into Saturday night, it started
all over agai-ain



But oh-oh, that's beating the boards, oh-oh,
that's beating the boards

Facing the Lor-ord, we're beating the boards
again



And then you walk inside all bleary-eyed 

And you're
ready just to lie in a heap

And you don't even think about the two-quid
drinks 

Or the hours that you just couldn't sleep

And then some
guy's wife wants an autograph

And some thing got out of hand

And
then you rattle the floor and pray to the Lord

Help me through the show
agai-ain



But oh-oh, that's beating the boards, oh-oh, that's
beating the boards

Facing the Lord, we're beating the boar-oards again

They're layin' out on the floor (Oh-oh that's beating the boards)

Yelling for more-ore (Oh-oh that's beating the boards)

Oh facing the
Lord, they're beating the boar-oards again and agai-ain



You're out
on the stage again tonight with nothin' but yourself on the li-i-ine

And
you're singin' songs abou-out heated nights, singin' songs and we'll all hold
tight

There's music, there's emotion, there's a curtain callin' your
na-a-a-ame

The play is settin', your nerves growin' tight - said, Oh,
it's all the price of fame...

Oh facing the Lord, we're beating the
boar-oards again and again and



When you sing the song, it don't
take too long to work out all of the si-igns

When you get to the top and
you think you can stop

There's another damn mountai