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 the 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 and lift amps and haul them truses up and get'um up them ramps 'Cause when it comes to moving 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 But the band's on the bus, and they're waiting to go. We gotta drive all night And do the 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 around backstage. Till those lights come up, and we hear that crowd, and we remember why we came. Now we got country and western on the bus, R & B, we got disco in 8-tracks and casettes in stereo We've got rural scenes and magazines And we've got truckers on CB We got Richard Pryor on the video We've 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 this song You know that you can't go wrong 'Cause when that mornin' sun comes beating down you're gonna 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 -- 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 won’t you stay just a little bit longer Please, please, please say you will Say you will Oh won’t you stay just a little bit longer Oh please, please stay just a little bit more 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
