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