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
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 know you guys are the champs
But when that last guitar's
Been packed away
You know that I still wanna 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 8 tracks and cassettes in stereo
We've got rural scenes and magazines
We've got truckers on 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 that 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
People stay
Just a little bit longer
We wanna 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
(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
Now the promoter don't mind
And the roadies don't mind
If we take a little time
And we leave this all behind and sing
One more song!
OUTRO
(SPOKEN: Thank you all again!)
