G: 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
