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People just a little bit longer
We want to play -- a little bit longer
Now the promoter mind
And the union don't
If we take a time
And we it all behind and sing
One song

Now the are all empty
Let the roadies the stage
Pack it up and tear it
They're the first to come and to leave
Working for minimum wage
They'll set it up in another
Tonight the were so fine
They waited in line
And when they got up on feet they made the show
And was sweet--
But I can hear the
Of doors and folding chairs
And that's a they'll never know
Now roll them cases out and them amps
Haul trusses down and get'em up them ramps
'Cause it comes to moving me
You are the champs
But when that last been packed away
You know I still want to play
So just sure you got it all set to go
Before you for my piano
But the on the bus
And they're to go
got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago
or Detroit, I don't
We do so many in a row
And these all look the same
We just pass the in our hotel rooms
And 'round backstage
Till lights come up and we hear that crowd
And we remember why we
Now we got country and on the bus
R and B, we got disco in tracks and cassettes in stereo
We've got rural scenes &
We've got on the CB
We've got Pryor on the video
We got time to think of the ones we
While the roll away
But the only time that too short
Is the time we get to play
People you've got the over what we do
You can sit and wait
Or you can us through
Come along, sing the
You know you go wrong
when that morning sun comes beating down
You're to wake up in your town
But we'll be scheduled to
A miles away from here