G: THE LOAD-OUT
By Jackson Browne


 (I'd like to do a song, I never played in public before, that brand new song,
 sort of a tribute to the friends of mine, that come out here on the road,
 and to you too)

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 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 the last to leave,

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 working for that minimum wage.

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 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,

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 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,


 'cause when it comes to moving me,

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 you know you guys are the champs.

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 But when that last guitar's been packed away,

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 you know that I still want to play.

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 So just make sure you've got it all set to go