Karaoké The Load-Out (live) 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 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

'Cos 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'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 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 on eight tracks and cassettes in stereo

And we got rural scenes and magazines

And we got truckers on the CB

And we 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 that you can't go wrong

'Cos 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