The Load Out
Jackson BrowneVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
/ 2x
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 last to leave.
Working for that minimum wage.
They ll set it up in another town.
Tonight the people were so fine.
They waited there in line,
And when they got up on their feet
They made the show.
And that was sweet but I can hear the sound,
Of slamming doors and folding chairs.
And that s a sound they ll never know.
Now roll them cases out and lift them amps.
Haul them trusses down and get em up them ramps.
Cause when it comes to movin me,
You know, you guys are the champs.
But when that last guitar s 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.
/ 2x
But the band s on the bus,
And they re waiting to go.
We ve got to drive all night,
And do a 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 round backstage.
Till those lights come up,
And we hear that crowd,
And we remember why we came.
/ 2x
Now, we got Country & Western on the bus, R & B.
We got Disco and 8-tracks,
And cassettes in stereo.
We ve got rural scenes & magazines,
And we ve got truckers on CB.
And we got Richard Pryor on the video.
We 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,
You can sit there and wait,
Or you can pull us through.
Come along, sing the song,
You know that you can t go wrong.
Cause when that morning sun comes beatin down,
You re going to wake up in your town.
But we ll be scheduled to appear,
A thousand miles away from here.
People stay just a little bit longer.
We want to play ay 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 oh, won t you stay ay.
Just a little bit longer er-er er.
Please, please, please, say you will.
(Say you will.)
Oh won t you stay-ay-ay.
Just a little bit longer.
Oh-oh, please, please, stay-ay-ay.
Just a little bit more.
Ay-ee-ay-ee-ay.
Wooo!
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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Readable chord sheet for The Load Out by Jackson Browne
[G] [Bm] [C] [Em] [C] [D] [G] [C]/[G] 2x Now the [G]seats are all [Bm]empty, Let the [C]roadies take the [Em]stage. Pack it [C]up and tear it [G]dow[C/G]n. They re the first to come, And [Em]last to leave. Working [C]for that minimum [Em]wage. They ll [C]set it up in a[G]nother town[C/G]. Tonight the [Em]people were so [B7]fine. They [C]waited there in [A7]line, And when they [G]got up on their [Em]feet They made the [C]show[G]. And that was sweet but I can [Bm]hear the sound, Of slamming [C]doors and folding [Em]chairs. And that s a [C]sound they ll [D]never [G]know[C/G]. Now [G]roll them cases out and [C]lift them amps. [G]Haul them trusses down and [C]get em up them ramps. [G]Cause when it comes to [Bm]movin me, You [C]know, you guys are the [D]champs. But when that [G]last guitar s been [C]packed away, [G]You know that [C]I still want to [Em]play. So just make [C]sure you got it all set to [Em]go, Before you [D]come, for my pian[G]o. [G] [Bm] [C] [Em] [C] [D] [G] [C]/[G] 2x But the [Em]band s on the [B7]bus, And they re [C]waiting to [A7]go. We ve got to [G]drive all [Em]night, And do a [D]show in [C]Chica[G]go. Or De[G]troit, I don t [Bm]know, We do [C]so many shows in a [Em]row. And these [C]towns all [D]look the [G]same. We just pass the time in the [C]hotel rooms, And [G]wander [C]round back[Em]stage. Till those [C]lights come up, And we [Em]hear that crowd, And we re[G]member [D]why we came. [G] [Bm] [C] [Em] [C] [D] [G] [C]/[G] 2x Now, we got [G]Country & Western [C]on the bus, R & [Em]B. We got [C]Disco and 8-tracks, And cassettes in ster[G]eo. We ve got rural scenes & [C]magazines, And we ve got [G]truckers on C[Em]B. And we got Richard [C]Pryor on the [D]video. We got [G]time to think of the [C]ones we love, While the [G]miles roll a[Em]way. But the [C]only time that [Em]seems too short, Is the [G]time that we get to [D]play. People [G]you ve got the power, Over [C]what we do, You can [G]sit there and wait, Or you can [C]pull us through. Come a[G]long, sing the [C]song, [G]You know that [Em]you can t go [C]wrong. Cause when that [G]morning sun comes [C]beatin down, You re going to [G]wake up in your [Em]town. But [C]we ll be scheduled t[Em]o appear, A [D]thousand [C]miles away from [G]here. People [G]st[Em]ay [C]just a [D]little bit [G]lo[Em]nge[C]r.[D] We want to [G]pl[Em]ay [C]ay just a [D]little bit [G]lo[Em]nge[C]r.[D] Now, the pro[G]moter don t [Em]min[C]d.[D] And the [G]union don t [Em]min[C]d.[D] If we [G]take a little [Em]time, And we [C]leave it all be[D]hind, And [Em]sing (one more song...) Oh oh, won t you [G]st[Em]ay [C]ay. Just a [D]little bit [G]longer [Em]er-e[C]r [D]er. [G]Please, [Em]please, [C]please, [D]say you [Em]will. (Say you will.) Oh won t you [G]stay[Em]-ay-[C]ay. Just a [D]little bit [G]lo[Em]nge[C]r.[D] Oh-oh, [G]please, [Em]please, [C]stay-ay-ay. Just a [D]little bit [G]mo[Em]re.[C] [D] Ay-ee-ay-ee-ay. Wooo! Now, the pro[G]moter don t [Em]min[C]d.[D] And the [G]roadies don t [Em]min[C]d.[D] If we [G]take a little [Em]time, And we [C]leave this all be[D]hind, And sing [Em]one more song. [G] [Em] [C] [D]