The Load Out And Stay - Jackson Browne

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 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 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 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 
Now we got country and western on the bus 
R and B, we got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo 
We've got rural scenes & magazines 
We've got truckers on the CB 
We've got Richard Pryor on the video 
We got time to think of the ones we love 
While the miles roll away 
But the only time that seems too short 
Is the time that we get to play 

People you've got the power over what we do 
You can sit there and wait 
Or you can pull us through 
Come along, sing the song 
You know you can't go wrong 
'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down 
You're going to wake up in your town 
But we'll be scheduled to appear 
A thousand miles away from here 
People stay just a little bit longer 
We want to play -- just a little bit longer 
Now the