Rosie**** (Jackson Browne)



She was standing at the load-in when the trucks rolled up

She was sniffing all around like a half-grown female pup

She wasn't hard to talk to, looked like she had nowhere to go

So I gave her a pass so she could get in to see the show.



I sat her down right next to me and I got her a beer

While I mixed that sound on the stage so the band could hear

The more I watched her watch me play, the less I thought of to say

And when they walked offstage the drummer swept that girl away.



Chorus:

Rosie, you're all right, you wear my ring

When you hold me tight, Rosie, that's my thing

When you turn out the light I got to hand it to me

Looks like it's me and you again tonight, Rosie.



Well, I guess I might have known from the start she'd come for a star

But I told my imagination not to run too far

Of all the times that I've been burned, by now you'd think I'd learn

That it's who you look like, not who you are.



Chorus





**** The Load-Out / Stay ****



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

Workin' for that minimum wage

They'll set it up in another town.

Tonight the people were so fine, they waited there in line

And then they got up on their feet and made the show.

And that was sweet, and I can hear the sound

Of slammin' doors and folding chairs;

That's a sound they'll never know.

And roll them cases out and lift them amps

Haul them trusses down and get 'em up those 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've 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 'round back stage

'Til those lights come up and we hear that crowd

And we remember why we came.



Now we got country and western on the bus, [?]

We got disco, 8-tracks and cassettes and stereo

And we got rural scenes and magazines

And we got truckers on c.b.

We got Richard Pryor on the video

We got time to think of the ones we love

While the miles roll away

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 the song, you know that you can't go wrong

'Cause when the morning 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 wanna play just a little bit longer

Well, the roadie don't mind

And the union don't mind

If we take a little time and we leave it all behind

Sing one more song.



Oh, won't you stay just a little bit longer

Please, please, please say you will