Haul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps
Now roll them cases out and lift them amps
R&B, we got Disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo
And do a show in Chicago or Detroit, I don't know
So just make sure you got it all set to go
But when that last guitar's been packed away
Or you can pull us through
Is the time that we get to play
Of slamming doors and folding chairs
And they're waiting to go
And we remember why we came
And when they got up on their feet
And these towns all look the same
Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd
While the miles roll away
But I can hear the sound
Pack it up and tear it down
People you've got the power over what we do
And that was sweet
But we'll be scheduled to appear
We've got Truckers on the CB
But the band's on the bus
They'll set it up in another town
We do so many shows in a row
We just pass the time in the hotel rooms
They made the show
We've got to drive all night
Before you come for my piano
They waited there in line
Tonight the people were so fine
We got time to think of the ones we love
We've got Rural Scenes and Magazines
You can sit there and wait
You know that you can't go wrong
Working for that minimum wage
Come along, sing the song
And that's a sound they'll never know
Now we got Country and Western on the bus
And we've got Richard Pryor on the video
And wander 'round backstage
They're the first to come and last to leave
'Cause when it comes to moving me
You're going to wake up in your town
You know that I still want to play
But the only time that seems too short
You know, you guys are the champs
'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down
