Jackson Browne / Load out and Stay
I\'d like to do a song I never played in public before, a brand new song, sort of a tribute to the friends of mine, that come out here on the road, and to you too.
Now the seats are all empty
Let the roadies take the stage
Pack it up and tear it down
They\'re the first to come and the last to leave
Working for that minimum wage
They\'ll set it up in another town
Tonight the people were so fine, they waited there in line
And when they got up on their feet, they made the show
And that was sweet, but I can hear the sound
Of slamming doors and folding chairs
And that\'s a sound they\'ll never know
Now, roll them cases out and lift them amps
Haul them trusses down and get \'em up them ramps
\'Cause when it comes to moving me
You know you guys are the champs
But when that last guitar\'s been packed away
You know that I still want to play
So just make sure you\'ve got it all set to go
Before you come for my piano
But the band\'s on the bus
And they\'re waiting to go
We\'ve got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago
Or Detroit, I don\'t know
We do so many shows in a row
And these towns all look the same
We just pass the time in our hotel rooms
And wander \'round backstage
Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd
And we remember why we came
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