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…