(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,
Видео-клип:
