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	The Load Out
	Jackson Browne

	Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down Theyre the first to come and last to leave Working for that minimum wage Theyll 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 thats a sound theyll 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 guitars 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 bands on the bus And theyre waiting to go Weve got to drive all night And do a show in Chicago Or Detroit, I dont 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 n western on the bus R and B We got disco in eight tracks, cassettes in stereo 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 youve 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 cant go wrong Cause when that morning sun comes beating down Youre going to wake up in your town But well be scheduled to appear A thousand miles away from here