The Load-out

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 Now the seats are all empty. Let the roadies take the stage.
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 Pack it up and tear it down.
 They're the first to come and the last to leave,
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 working for that minimum wage.
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 They'll set it up in another town.
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 Tonight the people were so fine. They waited there in line.
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 And when they got up on their feet, they made the show.
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 And that was sweet. But I can hear the sound
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 of slamming doors and folding chairs,
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 that's a sound they'll never know.
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 Now, roll them cases out and lift them amps.
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 Haul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps,
 'cause when it comes to moving me,
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 you know you guys are the champs.
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 But when that last guitar's been packed away,
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 you know that I still want to play.
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 So just make sure you've got it all set to go