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“Now the roadies have left the stage. 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 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 want to 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 and B, we got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo. We've got rural scenes & magazines. We've got truckers on the CB. We've 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 . 'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down. You're going to wake up in your town but we'll be scheduled to appear a thousand miles away from here…
- Jackson Browne
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