The Load-out

(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) >Gu> >Bu> 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 the 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 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’ve got it all set to go