Jackson Browne Rosie Lyrics
Rosie by Jackson Browne
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
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