Allan Taylor Lyrics
"Give A Hand"

Every singer I know has a song on the road, I know I've written a few
When you spend all of your time just following a white line
There's nothing left to do
Love songs, hate songs, came too late songs
I've done it all before
And when I think I've dried up, it's time to hide up
And rest up and write some more

Well, some of us make it and some of us fake it and some get left behind
And some get broken so early in life
They never make it to the starting line
Well, it's a crazy gig when you're selling your name
And trying to keep it clean
Where the winner takes all and the losers fall
And you're somewhere inbetween

So give a hand to the one night band, driving from town to town
And give a hand to the traveling man, 'cause he's doing the best he can

When you're driving home and you're so tired
And you're falling asleep at the wheel
You have to stop at a midnight motorway cafe and try to get a meal
And when you get back home and it's early morning
And the sun is beginning to rise
Well, too much smoking and midnight drinking
Is bringing the blood right too your eyes

So give a hand to the one night band, driving from town to town
And give a hand to the traveling man, 'cause he's doing the best he can

Sometimes you have to ask yourself, why do you carry on
When there's all too many people out there
And they're ready to knock you down
'Cause when you lay yourself wide open, they'll write you up in a line
While they're pushing a pen, you get started again
And it's one more time around

So give a hand to the one night band, driving from town to town
And give a hand to the traveling man, 'cause he's doing the best he can

So give a hand to the one night band, driving from town to town
And give a hand to the traveling man
I said, give a hand to the traveling man
Just give a hand to the traveling man, 'cause he's doing the best he can