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
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