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The Load-out by Jackson Browne






                  The Load-out 







Tuning: E A D G B E
Key: G

(Intro)
 
 
|G              |G/B            |C              |Em           |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
|C       D      |G       C/G    |G       D      |G             |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
|Gadd9/B        |C              |Em             |C       D     |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
|G       C/G    |G       D      |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
                           Now the
G             G/B           C                Em
seats are all empty let the roadies take the stage
        C              D   G
Pack it up and tear it down
                                  G/B
They're the first to come and the last to leave
        C                Em                    C             D    G      C/G  G
Working for that minimum wage   they'll set it up in another town
 
            Em             D#+5  C                       A7/C#
Tonight the people were so fine,    they waited there in line
              G               Em         D        C
And when they got up on their feet, they made the shoow
             G                G/B
And that was sweet, but I can hear the sound
            C         D       Em
Of slamming doors and folding chairs
             C             D          G     C/G  G  D
And that's a sound they'll never kno -ow
 
G                               C
   Now, roll them cases out and lift them amps
G                            C
  Haul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps
G                         G/B
  'Cause when it comes to moving me
    C                     D
You know you guys are the champs
              G                  G/B
But when that last guitar's been packed away
              C       D       Em
You know that I stil  want to play
             C
So just make sure you've got it all set to go
           D  Em           D/F#
Before you co-ome  for my  piano
 
|G              |G/B            |C              |Em           |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
|C       D      |G       C/G    |G       D      |G             |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
|G/B            |C              |Em             |C       D     |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
|G       C/G    |G            |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
                          But the
 
Em            D#+5  C                         A7/C#
band's on the bus      and they're waiting to go
             G         Em             D           C
We've got to drive all night and do a show in Chi cago -o
      G              G/B           C    D          Em
Or De troit, I don't know we do so many shows in a row
          C         D            G
And these towns all look the same
                             G/B
We just pass the time in our hotel rooms
    C                  Em
And wander 'round back stage
           C
Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd
          D
And we re member why we came
 
synth:
 
|G              |G/B            |C              |Em           |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
|C       D      |G       C      |G       D      |G             |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
|G/B            |C              |Em             |C       D     |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
|G       C      |G       D      |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
                           Now we got
G                                  Em
   country and western on the bus,      R & B
       C      C7                                      G  D
We got disco     eight tracks and cassettes in stere- o
          G                    G/B
We've got  rural scenes and ma gazines
       C             Em
We got truckers on C B
               C                 D   G   C
We got Richard Pryor on the vide o
           G                    G/B
And we got time to think of the ones we love
          C            Em
While the miles roll a way
        C
But the only time that seems too short
       D
Is the time that we get to play
 
       G                         C
People you've got the power over what we do
        G                             C
You can sit there and wait or you can pull us through
       G              G/B      C                      D
Come a long, sing the song you know that you can't go wrong
                 G                 G/B
'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down
                C               Em       C
You're going to wake up in your town but we'll be scheduled to appear
  D         Em      D/F#
A thousand  miles a way from here
 
        G      Em   C         D          G      Em   C  D
People, stay           just a little bit lon ger
         G      Em   C        D          G   Em   C   D
We wanna play  -ay     just a little bit lon ger
       G              Em    C    D         G           Em    C    D
If the promoter don't mind         and the union don't mind
       G             Em             C               D
We can take a little time and we'll leave it all be hind
          Em
Singin'   one more song
 
              G       Em     C         D          G    Em     C   D
Oh, won't you stay ay-ay        just a little bit lon  ger.. -er -er.
G       Em      C       D       Em
Please, please, please, say you will, say you will
 
synth:
 
|B              |B              |Em             |Em            |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
|A              |A              |D              |D                 |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *     *    *
                                                       oh won't you
 
G        Em   C        D          G       Em    C    D
Stay -ay-ay     just a little bit lon ger       Oh-oh
          G        Em  C         D          G     Em       C       D
Won't you stay -ay-ay     just a little bit longer     yeh yeh yeh hoo!
           G           Em   C   D          G             Em    C   D
If the pro moter don't mind        and the roadies don't mind
       G             Em             C                 D
We can take a little time and we'll leave this all be hind
        Em
Singin' one more song
 
 synth:
 
|G      Em      |C       D      |G      Em      |C       D    |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
|G      Em      |C       D      |G      Em      |C       D    |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
|G      Em      |C       D      |G      Em      |C       D    |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
|G      Em      |C       D      |G      Em      |C       D    |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
guitar I
 
|G      Em      |C       D      |G      Em      |C       D    |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
|G      Em      |C       D      |G      Em      |C       D    |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
guitar II
 
|G      Em      |C       D      |G      Em      |C       D    |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
|G      Em      |C       D      |G      Em      |C       D    |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
                                                         I'd like to thank you all again
guitars:
 
|G      Em      |C       D      |G      Em      |C       D    |
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
 
|G      Em      |C       D      |G      Em      |C       D    | ..fade
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *








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version 2 








 G C D Em C D G C G D
 G B C D Em C D G C G D
 
 G C D Em
 Now the seats are all empty. Let the roadies take the stage.
 
 C D G
 Pack it up and tear it down.
 
 
 They're the first to come and the last to leave,
 
 C D Em
 working for that minimum wage.
 
 C D G C G
 They'll set it up in another town.
 
 Em D C Em
 Tonight the people were so fine. They waited there in line.
 
 G Em D C
 And when they got up on their feet, they made the show.
 
 G
 And that was sweet. But I can hear the sound
 
 C D Em
 of slamming doors and folding chairs,
 
 C D G C G D G
 that's a sound they'll never know.
 
 C G
 Now, roll them cases out and lift them amps.
 
 C G
 Haul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps,
 
 
 'cause when it comes to moving me,
 
 C D
 you know you guys are the champs.
 
 G
 But when that last guitar's been packed away,
 
 C D Em
 you know that I still want to play.
 
 C
 So just make sure you've got it all set to go






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 ge t'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 our 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
We've got rural scenes and magazines
And 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 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







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version 3








 
G Bm C Em  C D G C\G  2x
 
        G             Bm
Now the seats are all empty,
        C                Em
Let the roadies take the stage.
        C              G  C\G
Pack it up and tear it down.
 
They re the first to come,
    Em
And last to leave.
        C                Em
Working for that minimum wage.
        C             G          C\G
They ll set it up in another town.
            Em             B7
Tonight the people were so fine.
     C               A7
They waited there in line,
              G               Em
And when they got up on their feet
              C   G
They made the show.
                             Bm
And that was sweet but I can hear the sound,
            C                 Em
Of slamming doors and folding chairs.
             C             D     G   C\G
And that s a sound they ll never know.
 
    G                       C
Now roll them cases out and lift them amps.
G                          C
Haul them trusses down and get em up them ramps.
 G                      Bm
 Cause when it comes to movin me,
    C                      D
You know, you guys are the champs.
              G                  C
But when that last guitar s been packed away,
G             C               Em
You know that I still want to play.
             C                          Em
So just make sure you got it all set to go,
           D                G
Before you come, for my piano.
 
G Bm C Em  C D G C\G  2x
 
        Em            B7
But the band s on the bus,
            C          A7
And they re waiting to go.
             G         Em
We ve got to drive all night,
         D       C    G
And do a show in Chicago.
     G              Bm
Or Detroit, I don t know,
      C                  Em
We do so many shows in a row.
          C         D        G
And these towns all look the same.
                             C
We just pass the time in the hotel rooms,
    G       C         Em
And wander  round backstage.
           C
Till those lights come up,
       Em
And we hear that crowd,
         G      D
And we remember why we came.
 
G Bm C Em  C D G C\G  2x
 
            G                 C               Em
Now, we got Country & Western on the bus, R & B.
       C
We got Disco and 8-tracks,
                     G
And cassettes in stereo.
                         C
We've got rural scenes & magazines,
              G            Em
And we've got truckers on CB.
                   C            D
And we got Richard Pryor on the video.
       G                    C
We got time to think of the ones we love,
          G           Em
While the miles roll away.
        C              Em
But the only time that seems too short,
       G                   D
Is the time that we get to play.
 
       G
People you've got the power,
     C
Over what we do,
        G
You can sit there and wait,
           C
Or you can pull us through.
      G              C
Come along, sing the song,
G             Em           C
You know that you can't go wrong.
                 G                 C
 Cause when that morning sun comes beatin down,
                G               Em
You're going to wake up in your town.
 
    C                      Em
But we'll be scheduled to appear,
  D        C               G
A thousand miles away from here.
 
       G Em C      D          G Em C D
People stay just a little bit longer.
           G Em C         D          G Em C D
We want to play ay just a little bit longer.
            G           Em C D
Now, the promoter don't mind.
        G           Em C D
And the union don't mind.
      G             Em
If we take a little time,
       C              D
And we leave it all behind,
    Em
And sing (one more song...)
                 G Em C
Oh oh, won't you stay ay.
       D          G      Em  C D
Just a little bit longer er-er er.
G       Em      C       D       Em
Please, please, please, say you will.
 
(Say you will.)
 
solo
             G   Em  C
Oh won't you stay-ay-ay.
       D          G Em C D
Just a little bit longer.
       G       Em      C
Oh-oh, please, please, stay-ay-ay.
       D          G Em C D
Just a little bit more.
 
Ay-ee-ay-ee-ay.
 
Wooo!
            G           Em C D
Now, the promoter don't mind.
        G             Em C D
And the roadies don't mind.
      G             Em
If we take a little time,
       C                D
And we leave this all behind,
         Em
And sing one more song.
 
G Em C D








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version 4







Tuning: E A D G B E

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








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version 5








Tuning: E A D G B E

[Intro]
|G    |G/B   |C    |Em   |C  G/D D/F# G|  C/G G|  D  |
|G   |Bm7   |C  D Em|    |C  G/D D/F# G|  C/G G|  D  |
 
[Verse]
        G                G/D
Now the seats are all empty
        C       D              Em
Let the roadies take the stage
              C            D
Pack it up and tear it down
G                              G/B
 They're the first to come and last to leave
        C                    D
Working for that minimum wage
Em               C                 D |G  C|
  They'll set it up in another town
G            Em             D#dim7
 Tonight the people were so fine
C                         C#m7-5
 They waited there in line
                  G/D             Em
And when they got up on their feet
       D/F#        C/G
they made the show
             G
And that was sweet ...
          G/B
But I can hear the sound
            C            D           Em
Of slamming doors and folding chairs
                  C          D
And that's a sound they'll never know
 
[Break]
|G    C|G  D |
 
G                           C
Now roll them cases out and lift them amps
G                           C
 Haul them trusses down and get'em up them ramps
G                       G/B
 Cause when it comes to moving me
        C                       D
You know you guys are the champs
              G                       G/B
But when that last guitar's been packed away
              C            D       Em
You know that I still want to play
             C
So just make sure you got it all set to go
           D    Em7      D/F#
Before you come for my piano
 
 
[Steel Guitar Solo: David Lindley]
|G    |G/B   |C    |Em   |C  G/D D/F# G|  C/G G|  D  |
|G   |Bm7   |C  D Em|    |C  G/D D/F# G|  C/G G|
 
[Verse]
        Em            D#dim7
But the band's on the bus
C                         C#m7-5
 And they're waiting to go
             G/D            Em        D/F#      C/G
We've got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago
           G            G/B
Or Detroit, I don't know
        C            D
We do so many shows in a row
Em              C       D         G
 And these towns all look the same
                             G/B
We just pass the time in our hotel rooms
    C             D        Em
And wander 'round backstage
                 C
Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd
         D
And we remember why we came
 
[Break]
|G    |G/B   |C    |Em   |C  G/D D/F# G|  C/G G|  D  |
|G   |Bm7   |C  D Em|    |C  G/D D/F# G|  C/G G|  D
 
[Verse]
          G                               Em
Now we got country and western on the bus, R&B
          C                                         G
We got disco on eight tracks and cassettes in stereo
D            G             G/B
 We got rural scenes and magazines
           C            D
And we got truckers on CB
Em                  C
 And we got Richard Pryor on the video
G                            G/B
 We got time to think of the ones we love
          C           D
While the miles roll away
Em       C
 But the only time that seems too short
       D
Is the time that we get to play
       G                         C
People you've got the power over what we do
        G
You can sit there and wait
           C
Or you can pull us through
      G              G/B
Come along, sing the song
             C             D
You know that you can't go wrong
                G                 G/B
Cause when that morning sun comes beating down
                C          D        Em
You're going to wake up in your town
    C
But we'll be scheduled to appear
  D        Em7    D/F#
A thousand miles away from here
 
[Stay]
       G   Em C       D          G
People stay    just a little bit longer
Em   C D           G    Em   G      Em   C         D          G      Em   C  D
People, stay           just a little bit lon ger
         G      Em   C        D          G   Em   C   D
We wanna play  -ay     just a little bit lon ger
       G              Em    C    D         G           Em    C    D
If the promoter don't mind         and the union don't mind
       G             Em             C               D
We can take a little time and we'll leave it all be hind
          Em
Singin'   one more song
 
              G       Em     C         D          G    Em     C   D
Oh, won't you stay ay-ay        just a little bit lon  ger.. -er -er.
G       Em      C       D       Em
Please, please, please, say you will, say you will
 
[Break]
|B              |B              |Em             |Em            |
 
 
|A              |A              |D              |D                 |
 
 
G        Em   C        D          G       Em    C    D
Stay -ay-ay     just a little bit lon ger       Oh-oh
          G        Em  C         D          G     Em       C       D
Won't you stay -ay-ay     just a little bit longer     yeh yeh yeh hoo!
           G           Em   C   D          G             Em    C   D
If the pro moter don't mind        and the roadies don't mind
       G             Em             C                 D
We can take a little time and we'll leave this all be hind
        Em
Singin' one more song
 
[Repeat]
|G      Em      |C       D      |








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version 6








Tuning: EADGBe
 
Chords used:
 
Adim7  xx1212  (??not sure if this is the correct chord name)
A#dim7 xx2323  (??same again)
G      320033
C      032010
Em     022000
D      000232
Bm7    x24232
Bm7*   x21202
 
 
--Intro is same chords as verse--
(See tabbed part for a more accurate interpretation)
 
            G              G
Now the seats are all empty
(D)     C                     Em
Let the roadies take the stage
             C              D  G
Pack it up and tear it down
             G                    Bm7
They're the first to come and the last to leave
(D)     C                  Em
Working for that minimum wage
               C             D  G  C  G  -
They'll set it up in another town
 
Em                         Adim7              C        A#dim7(4th Inversion)
Tonight the people were so fine, they waited there in line
              G                Em        D            C
And when they got up on their feet, they made the show
             G                         Bm7*
And that was sweet, but I can hear the sound
     (D)     C        Em
Of slamming doors and folding chairs
             C             D         G  C  G  D
And that's a sound they'll never know
 
 
G                            C
Now, roll them cases out and lift them amps
G                            C
Haul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps
G                       Bm7*
'Cause when it comes to moving me
C                          D
You know you guys are the champs
              G                Bm7*
But when that last guitar's been packed away
              C               Em
You know that I still want to play
             C
So just make sure you've got it all set to go
           D
Before you come for my piano
 
 
----------------------------
Solo is same as intro chords
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Em                    Adim7
But the band's on the bus
    C                  A#dim7
And they're waiting to go
             G              Em         D      C
We've got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago
   G                 G
Or Detroit, I don't know
(D)      C                Em
We do so many shows in a row
          C         D            G
And these towns all look the same
        G                    Bm7*
We just pass the time in our hotel rooms
    C                 Em
And wander 'round backstage
           C
Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd
       D
And we remember why we came
 
 
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Solo is same as intro chords
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           G                               Em
Now we got country and western on the bus, R & B
        C                                           G D
We got disco on eight tracks and cassettes in stereo
          G                 Bm7*
We've got rural scenes and magazines
       Em
We got truckers on CB
       C                   D      G D
We got Richard Pryor on the video
           G                    Bm7*
And we got time to think of the ones we love
          Em
While the miles roll away
        C
But the only time that seems too short
       D
Is the time that we get to play
 
       G                         C
People you've got the power over what we do
       G                              C
You can sit there and wait or you can pull us through
     G               Bm7*
Come along, sing the song
     C                      D
You know that you can't go wrong
                  G                G
'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down
                Em
You're going to wake up in your town
     C
But we'll be scheduled to appear
   D
A thousand miles away from here
 
---Segue to Stay---
 
 
2/4  |G|Em|C|D|   over and over till the Em and hold.
 
People, stay just a little bit longer
We wanna play just a little bit longer
If the promoter don't mind and the union don't mind
We can take a little time and we'll leave this all behind
Singin' one more song
Oh, won't you stay just a little bit longer
Please, please, please, say you will, say you will
 
Oh, won't you stay just a little bit longer
Oh, please, please stay just a little bit more, ehehe
Now if the promoter don't mind and the roadies don't mind
We can take a little time and we'll leave it all behind
 
Singin' one more song
 
 
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I have tabbed the song as accurately as I could (I know it's not completely correct but
to what's on the web this is better starting point)
I'm also aware that the Bar lines aren't completely right either (I tried and just got
counting)
 
Riff 1
 
  G                                G/C
|---------------------3----------|------------------------3-------|
|---------------------3----------|--------------------3-----------|
|-----------------0--------------|---------------0----------------|
|------------0-------------------|--------0-----------------------|
|----0---2-----------------------|2---3---------------------------|
|3-------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 Now the seats...                 Are all empty.
 
 (D)     C                        Em
|3---2---0--------0--------------|0--------------------------0----|
|3-------1--1-----1---3---1------|0--------------------------0----|
|2------------0------------------|0---------------------0---------|
|--------------------------------|----------------2---------------|
|--------3--------3--------------|2-------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 Let the roadies...               stage.
 
       C               D          G        C        G         D
|--------------0-------2--2------|3--------------3--3-----3---2---|
|--------------1-------3--3------|3--------------3--3-----3---3---|
|--------------0-------2--2------|0----0---------0--0-----0---2---|
|----------2-------0-------------|0--0--------2-----0--0----------|
|2--0--3-------------------------|--------0h3---------------------|
|--------------------------------|3-----------------3-------------|
 Pack it up...
 
  G                               Bm7
|---------------------3----------|--------------------2-----------|
|---------------------3----------|3-------------------3-----------|
|-----------------0--------------|2--------------2----------------|
|------------0-------------------|4-------4-----------------------|
|----0---2-------------------2---|2-------------------------------|
|3-------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 They're the first.....           and the last...
 
 (D)     C                        Em
|3---2---0--------0--------------|0--------------------------0----|
|3-------1--1-----1---3---1------|0--------------------------0----|
|2------------0------------------|0---------------------0---------|
|--------------------------------|----------------2---------------|
|--------3--------3--------------|2-------------------------------|
|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 working for that...              wage.
 
       C               D          G        C        G         D
|--------------0-------2--2------|3--------------3--3-----3---2---|
|--------------1-------3--3------|3--------------3--3-----3---3---|
|--------------0-------2--2------|0----0---------0--0-----0---2---|
|----------2-------0-------------|0--0--------2-----0--0----------|
|2--0--3-------------------------|--------0h3---------------------|
|--------------------------------|3-----------------3-------------|
 They'll set it up...
 
 
Riff 2
 
 Em                  Adim7         C                      A#dim7
|0--------0--2--3---|---------2---|------0---0-----------|----------3--|
|0-----0------------|------1------|------1-------3-------|-------2-----|
|---0---------------|---2---------|---0--------------2---|----3--------|
|-------------------|1------------|----------------------|2------------|
|2------------------|-------------|3---------------------|-------------|
|-------------------|-------------|----------------------|-------------|
 Tonight the people...             They waited...
 
 G                                 Em           D       C
|----------------3---------------|---------0----3---2-------------|
|----------------3---------------|---------0----3-----------3--1--|
|--------------------------------|---------0----2-----------0--0--|   Then back to riff 1.
|------------0-------------------|-----2--------------------------|
|----0---2-----------------------|----------------------3---------|
|3-----------------------3---2---|0-------------------------------|
 Then they got up...





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 ge t'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 our 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
We've got rural scenes and magazines
And 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 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










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