Now the seats are all empty
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Let the roadies take the stage
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Pack it up and tear it down
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They're the first to come
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and last to leave
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Working for that minimum wage
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They'll set it up in another town
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Tonight the people were so fine
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They waited there in line
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And when they got up on
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their feet they made the show
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And that was sweet
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But I can hear the sound
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Of slamming doors
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and folding chairs
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And that's a sound
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they'll never know
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Now roll them cases out
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and lift them amps
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Haul them trusses down
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and get'em up them ramps
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Cause when it comes to moving me
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You guys are the champs
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But when that last
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guitar's been packed away
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You know that
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I still want to play
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So just make sure you
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got it all set to go
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Before you come for my piano
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But the band's on the bus
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And they're waiting to go
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We've got to drive
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all night and do a show in
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Chicago or Detroit
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I don't know
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We do so many shows in a row
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And these towns
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all look the same
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We just pass the time
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in our hotel rooms
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And wander round backstage
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Till those lights come up
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and we hear that crowd
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And we remember why we came
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Now we got country
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and western on the bus
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R and B we got
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disco in eight tracks
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and cassettes in stereo
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We've got rural
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scenes and magazines
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We've got truckers on the CB
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We've got
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Richard Pryor on the video
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We got time to think
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of the ones we love
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While the miles roll away
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But the only time
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that seems too short
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Is the time that we get to play
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People you've got
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the power over what we do
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You can sit there and wait
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Or you can pull us through
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Come along sing the song
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You know you can't go wrong
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Cause when that morning sun
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comes beating down
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You're going to
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wake up in your town
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But we'll be
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scheduled to appear
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A thousand miles away from here
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People stay
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just a little bit longer
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We want to play
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just a little bit longer
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Now the promoter don't mind
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And the union don't mind
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If we take a little time
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And we leave
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it all behind and sing
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One more song
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Oh won't you stay
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Just a little bit longer
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Please please please
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say you will
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say you will
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Oh won't you stay
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Just a little bit longer
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Oh please please stay
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Just a little bit longer
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Now the promoter don't mind
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And the union don't mind
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If we take a little time
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And we leave it all
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behind and sing
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One more song
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Load Out/Stay
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| Jackson Browne |
