text: Now the seats are all empty
  Let the roadies take the stage
  Pack it up and tear it down
  Theyre the first to come and last to leave
  Working for that minimum wage
  Theyll set it up in another town
  Tonight the people were so fine
  They waited there in line
  And when they got up on their feet they made the show
  And that was sweet
  But I can hear the sound
  Of slamming doors and folding chairs
  And thats a sound theyll never know
  Now roll them cases out and lift them amps
  Haul them trusses down and getem up them ramps
  Cause when it comes to moving me
  You know you guys are the champs
  But when that last guitars been packed away
  You know that I still want to play
  So just make sure you got it all set to go
  Before you come for my piano
  But the bands on the bus
  And theyre waiting to go
  Weve got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago
  Or Detroit, I dont know
  We do so many shows in a row
  And these towns all look the same
  We just pass the time in our hotel rooms
  And wander round backstage
  Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd
  And we remember why we came
  Now we got country and western on the bus
  Are and be 
  We got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo
  Weve got rural scenes & magazines
  Weve got truckers on the CB
  Weve got Richard Pryor on the video
  We got time to think of the ones we love
  While the miles roll away
  But the only time that seems too short
  Is the time that we get to play
  People youve 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 cant go wrong
  Cause when that morning sun comes beating down
  Youre going to wake up in your town
  But well be scheduled to appear
  A thousand miles away from here
  People stay just a little bit longer
  We want to play, just a little bit longer
  Now the promoter dont mind
  And the union dont mind
  If we take a little time
  And we leave it all behind and sing
  One more song
  Oh wont you stay
  Just a little bit longer
  Please please please, say you will
  Say you will
  Oh wont you stay
  Just a little bit longer
  Oh please please please stay
  Just a little bit long
  I bet promotors dont mind
  And the roadies dont mind
  If we take a little time
  And we leave this all behind
  Singing one more song