Jackson Browne - The Load-out Lyrics
Now the seats are all emptyLet the roadies take the stagePack it up and tear it downTheyre the first to come and last to leaveWorking for that minimum wageTheyll set it up in another townTonight the people were so fineThey waited there in lineAnd when they got up on their feet they made the showAnd that was sweet--But I can hear the soundOf slamming doors and folding chairsAnd thats a sound theyll never knowNow roll them cases out and lift them ampsHaul them trusses down and getem up them rampscause when it comes to moving meYou guys are the champsBut when that last guitars been packed awayYou know that I still want to playSo just make sure you got it all set to goBefore you come for my pianoBut the bands on the busAnd theyre waiting to goWeve got to drive all night and do a show in chicagoOr detroit, I dont knowWe do so many shows in a rowAnd these towns all look the sameWe just pass the time in our hotel roomsAnd wander round backstageTill those lights come up and we hear that crowdAnd we remember why we cameNow we got country and western on the busR and b, we got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereoWeve got rural scenes & magazinesWeve got truckers on the cbWeve got richard pryor on the videoWe got time to think of the ones we loveWhile the miles roll awayBut the only time that seems too shortIs the time that we get to playPeople youve got the power over what we doYou can sit there and waitOr you can pull us throughCome along, sing the songYou know you cant go wrongcause when that morning sun comes beating downYoure going to wake up in your townBut well be scheduled to appearA thousand miles away from here
