The Load Out

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 wanna 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 gotta drive all night
 And do the 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 the hotel rooms
 And wander 'round backstage
 'Til 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 & B, we got Disco
 And eight tracks and cassettes in stereo
 And we got rural scenes and magazines
 And we got truckers on the C.B.
 And we got Richard Pryor on the video
 We got time to think of the ones we love
 While the miles roll away
 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 that you can't go wrong
 'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down
 You're gonna wake up in your town
 But we'll be scheduled to appear
 A thousand miles away from here
 
 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 wanna 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 gotta drive all night
 And do the 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 the hotel rooms
 And wander 'round backstage
 'Til 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 & B, we got Disco
 And eight tracks and cassettes in stereo
 And we got rural scenes and magazines
 And we got truckers on the C.B.
 And we got Richard Pryor on the video
 We got time to think of the ones we love
 While the miles roll away
 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 that you can't go wrong
 'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down
 You're gonna wake up in your town
 But we'll be scheduled to appear
 A thousand miles away from here
 
 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 wanna 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 gotta drive all night
 And do the 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 the hotel rooms
 And wander 'round backstage
 'Til 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 & B, we got Disco
 And eight tracks and cassettes in stereo
 And we got rural scenes and magazines
 And we got truckers on the C.B.
 And we got Richard Pryor on the video
 We got time to think of the ones we love
 While the miles roll away
 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 that you can't go wrong
 'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down
 You're gonna wake up in your town
 But we'll be scheduled to appear
 A thousand miles away from here