The Load-out

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 Now the seats are all empty. Let 
the roadies take the stage.

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 Pack it up and tear it down.


 They're the first to come and the 
last to leave,

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 working for that minimum wage.

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 They'll set it up in another town.

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 Tonight the people were so fine. 
They waited there in line.

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 And when they got up on their feet,
 they made the show.

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 And that was sweet. But I can hear 
the sound

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 of slamming doors and folding 
chairs,

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 that's a sound they'll never know.

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 Now, roll them cases out and lift 
them amps.

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 Haul them trusses down and get 'em 
up them ramps,


 'cause when it comes to moving me,

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 you know you guys are the champs.

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 But when that last guitar's been 
packed away,

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 you know that I still want to play.

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 So just make sure you've got it all
 set to go