Words and Music by John Kay





Every night you are lyin' in a different bed

Every mornin' you don't know where you're wakin'

Everyday you drag yourself from place to place 

Tryin' to find the time to keep your body fed



There are times when you'll wonder what your travelin' for

Never reaching a final destination

There are times when you're lonesome and you long for home

And you feel you just can't take it any more



Well there'll be times when you'll fall asleep while standing up

And you can't recall your name or station

Just about the time you think you've had enough

You gotta go, time to do your show



But the sound of the crowd makes you feel all right

When the building is full and they turn down the lights

When the fans starts to roar and there's magic in sight

I would trade places with no one tonight

The sound of the crowd makes it all worth while

When the place starts to shake and they dance in the aisle

When they're up on their feet and the music is right

I would trade places with nobody else alive



Yonder comes the hawkshaw

I wish I knew why he gets paid 

To criticize what other people do

Well some are kind in what they write

They're fair in what they say

But he's gone blind in both his ears

Because his head got in the way

After all is said and done

A poison pen will fail

But he who writes with pick in hand

Will finally prevail





© 1976 Rambunctious Music(ASCAP)