Jon English - 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