Rosie Lyrics - Singles - Browne Jackson

****Rosie**** (Jackson Browne) 

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...