#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the# #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.# #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# @SONG: THE LOAD-OUT By Jackson Browne (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, 'cause when it comes to moving me, C D you know you guys are the champs. G But when that last guitar's been packed away, C D Em you know that I still want to play. C So just make sure you've got it all set to go
