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