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The Load Out

Jackson Browne
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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]

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