The Load Out

Now the seats are all empty
Let the roadies take the stage
Pack it up and tear it down
Theyre the first to come and last to leave
Working for that minimum wage
Theyll 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 thats a sound theyll 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 guitars 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 bands on the bus
And theyre waiting to go
Weve got to drive all night
And do a show in Chicago or Detroit, I dont 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
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&B, we got Disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo
Weve got Rural Scenes and Magazines
Weve got Truckers on the CB
And weve 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 youve 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 cant go wrong
Cause when that morning sun comes beating down
Youre going to wake up in your town
But well be scheduled to appear
A thousand miles away from here