(I'd like to do a song, I never played in public before, that brand new song, sort of a tribute to the friends of mine, that come out here on the road, and to you too)
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,
working for that minimum wage.
They'll 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.