jueves, 5 de junio de 2008


I'd like to do a song I never played in public before, a brand new song, sort of a tribute to the 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 and tear it down
They're the first to come and the last to leave
Working for that minimum wage
They're setting up in another town
Tonight the people were so fine
They waited there in line.
And when they got up on their feet,
and made the show, and that was sweet.
and I can hear the sound of slamming doors and folding chairs
and that's a sound they'll never know

And load those cases and load those amps
and haul those truses up and get'um up those ramps
And when it comes to moving me,
you know you guys are the champs
but when that last guitar has 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 band is on the bus,
and they're ready to go.
We got to drive all night
And do the 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 the hotel rooms
and wander around 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 casettes in stereo
We've got rural scenes and magazines
And we've got truckers on CB
We got Richard Pryor on video
We've 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
or you can sit there and wait
or you can come with us too.
Come along, sing this song
You know that you can't go wrong
'Cause when that mornin' sun comes beating down
you're gonna wake up in your town
And we'll 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
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

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