Browne Jackson Rosie Lyrics

Rosie Lyrics

****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...