They're the first to come and last to leave
Now we got country and western on the bus, R 'n' B
Pack it up and tear it down
And we got Richard Pryor on the video
But we'll be scheduled to appear
But the only time that seems too short
We've got to drive all night and do the show in Chicago or Detroit
And we got rural scenes and magazines and we got truckers on CB
We just pass the time in the hotel rooms
But I can hear the sound of slamming doors and folding chairs
Come along, sing the song
Songwriters: Jackson Browne, Bryan Garofalo
Before you come for my piano
Haul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps
And that's a sound they'll never know
A thousand miles away from here
And these towns all look the same
'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down
So just make sure you got it all set to go
And when they got up on their feet
Publisher: SWALLOW TURN MUSIC
Working for that minimum wage
You can sit there and wait or you can pull us through
And we remember why we came
'Cause when it comes to moving me
You know that you can't go wrong
People you've got the power over what we do
But the band's on the bus and they're ready to go
While the miles roll away
Tonight the people were so fine, they waited there in line
You know you guys are the champs
Now the seats are all empty, let the roadies take the stage
We got time to think of the ones we love
Is the time that we get to play
We got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo
Now roll them cases out and lift them amps
You know that I still want to play
I don't know, we do so many shows in a row
And wander 'round backstage
You're going to wake up in your town
They'll set it up in another town
Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd
And made the show and that was sweet
But when that last guitar's been packed away