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(spoken)

I? like to do a song I?e never played in public before

It? a brand new song

It? sort of a tribute to friends of mine that come out here on the road

And to you, too...



Now the seats are all empty

Let the roadies take the stage

Pack it up, tear it down,

they?e the first to come and the last to leave

Working for that minimum wage

They?l 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



I can hear the sound of slamming doors and folding chairs

That? a sound they?l never know



Roll them cases out and lift them amps

Haul them trusses down and get ?m up them ramps

When it comes to moving me,

You know you guys are the champs

But when that last guitar? been packed away

You know that I still wanna play

So make sure you?e got it all set to go

Before you come for my piano



But the band? on the bus

And they?e waiting to go

Gotta drive all night and do the show in Chicago

Or Detroit

I don? know

We do so many shows in a row

And these towns all look the same

We just pass the time in the hotel room

And wander round backstage

Til those lights come up

And we hear that crowd

And we remember why we came



Now we?e got country and western on the bus

R&B

We got disco on eight tracks and cassettes in stereo

And we got rural scenes and magazines

And we got truckers on CB

And we got Richard Pryor on the video

We got time to think of the ones we love

While the miles roll away

The only time that seems too short

Is the time that we get to play



People, you got the power over what we do

You can sit there and wait or you can pull us through

So come along, sing this song,

You know that you can? go wrong

Cause when that morning sun comes beating down

You?e gonna wake up in your town

But we?l be scheduled to appear a thousand miles away from here



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--

(spoken)

I? like to do a song I?e never played in public before

It? a brand new song

It? sort of a tribute to friends of mine that come out here on the road

And to you, too...



Now the seats are all empty

Let the roadies take the stage

Pack it up, tear it down,

they?e the first to come and the last to leave

Working for that minimum wage

They?l 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



I can hear the sound of slamming doors and folding chairs

That? a sound they?l never know



Roll them cases out and lift them amps

Haul them trusses down and get ?m up them ramps

When it comes to moving me,

You know you guys are the champs

But when that last guitar? been packed away

You know that I still wanna play

So make sure you?e got it all set to go

Before you come for my piano



But the band? on the bus

And they?e waiting to go

Gotta drive all night and do the show in Chicago

Or Detroit

I don? know

We do so many shows in a row

And these towns all look the same

We just pass the time in the hotel room

And wander round backstage

Til those lights come up

And we hear that crowd

And we remember why we came



Now we?e got country and western on the bus

R&B

We got disco on eight tracks and cassettes in stereo

And we got rural scenes and magazines

And we got truckers on CB

And we got Richard Pryor on the video

We got time to think of the ones we love

While the miles roll away

The only time that seems too short

Is the time that we get to play



People, you got the power over what we do

You can sit there and wait or you can pull us through

So come along, sing this song,

You know that you can? go wrong

Cause when that morning sun comes beating down

You?e gonna wake up in your town

But we?l be scheduled to appear a thousand miles away from here



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--

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