Lyrics Language: English
Jackson Browne The Load Out / Stay Lyrics:
[Brown, spoken:]
Thank you. I'd like to do a song I,
I never played in public before. It's a
brand new song. It's sort of a tribute to, ah,
friends of mine that come out
here on the road. And to you too.
[Browne, sung:]
Now the seats are all empty,
Let the roadies take the stage.
Pack it up and tear it down.
Theyre the first to come,
And last to leave.
Working for that minimum wage.
Theyll 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 thats a sound theyll never know.
Now roll them cases out and lift them amps.
Haul them trusses down and getem up them ramps.
'Cause when it comes to movin' me,
You know, you guys are the champs.
But when that last guitars 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.
[Instrumental break, cheering & whistling, featuring steel guitar.]
But the bands on the bus,
And theyre waiting to go.
Weve got to drive all night,
And do a show in Chicago.
Or Detroit, I dont 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.
[Instrumental break, featuring steel guitar and full band.]
Now, we got Country & Western on the bus, R & B.
We got Disco and 8-tracks,
And cassettes in stereo.
Weve got rural scenes & magazines,
And weve 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 youve 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 cant go wrong.
'Cause when that morning sun comes beatin' down,
Youre going to wake up in your town.
But well 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.
[Browne & Lindley:]
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...))
[This is the end of "The Load-Out" and the beginning of
the full version of "Stay.]
[Butler:]
Oh-oh, won't you stay-ay.
Just a little bit longer-er-er-er.
Please, please, please, say you will.
((Say you will.))
[Instrumental break.]
[Lindley (Not to be confused with Tiny Tim):]
Oh won't you stay-ay-ay.
Just a little bit longer.
Oh-oh, please, please, stay-ay-ay.
Just a little bit more.
[Browne:] Ay-ee-ay-ee-ay.
[Lindley:] Wooo!
[Browne:]
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.
[Instrumental coda featuring Lindley on steel guitar.]
[Browne, spoken:]
Thank you all again.
