@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

^GNo^Cw ^Dth^Eme seats are all empty. Let the roadies take the stage. ^CPa^Dck^G it up and tear it down.

They're the first to come and the last to leave,

^Cwo^Drk^Eming for that minimum wage. ^CTh^Dey^G'l^Cl ^Gset it up in another town.

^EmTon^Dig^Cht^Em the people were so fine. They waited there in line. ^GAn^Emd w^Dhe^Cn they got up on their feet, they made the show.

^GAnd that was sweet. But I can hear the sound ^Cof^D s^Emlamming doors and folding chairs,

^Cth^Dat^G's^C a^G s^Dou^Gnd they'll never know. ^CNo^Gw, roll them cases out and lift them amps.

^CHa^Gul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps,

'cause when it comes to moving me,

^Cyo^Du know you guys are the champs. ^GBut when that last guitar's been packed away,

^Cyo^Du ^Emknow that I still want to play. ^CSo just make sure you've got it all set to go

Jackson Browne - The load-out