(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