The Load-out by Jackson Browne

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@SONG: THE LOAD-OUT
By Jackson Browne


 (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)

 G C D Em C D G C G D
 G B C D Em C D G C G D

 G C D Em
 Now the seats are all empty. Let the roadies take the stage.

 C D G
 Pack it up and tear it down.


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

 C D Em
 working for that minimum wage.

 C D G C G
 They'll set it up in another town.

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

 G Em D C
 And when they got up on their feet, they made the show.

 G
 And that was sweet. But I can hear the sound

 C D Em
 of slamming doors and folding chairs,

 C D G C G D G
 that's a sound they'll never know.

 C G
 Now, roll them cases out and lift them amps.

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


 'cause when it comes to moving me,

 C D
 you know you guys are the champs.

 G
 But when that last guitar's been packed away,

 C D Em
 you know that I still want to play.

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

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