Jackson Browne
 (by Maurice Williams)

 People stay just a little bit longer
 We want to play -- just a little bit longer
 Now the promoter don't mind
 And the union don't mind
 If we take a little time
 And we leave it all behind and sing
 One more song--

 THE LOAD-OUT
 Jackson Browne
 (by Jackson Browne & Bryan Garofalo)

 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 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 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 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