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(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)
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GBCDEmCDGCGD
GNoCw DthEme seats are all empty. Let the roadies take the stage.
CPaDckG it up and tear it down.
They're the first to come and the last to leave,
CwoDrkEming for that minimum wage.
CThDeyG'lCl Gset it up in another town.
EmTonDigChtEm the people were so fine. They waited there in line.
GAnEmd wDheCn they got up on their feet, they made the show.
GAnd that was sweet. But I can hear the sound
CofD sEmlamming doors and folding chairs,
CthDatG'sC aG sDouGnd they'll never know.
CNoGw, roll them cases out and lift them amps.
CHaGul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps,
'cause when it comes to moving me,
CyoDu know you guys are the champs.
GBut when that last guitar's been packed away,
CyoDu Emknow that I still want to play.
CSo just make sure you've got it all set to go
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