Roadies' Song - Saxon

An empty space, a cold dark room

You say hello and look for food

The coffees strong to get you there

The clock is ticking, no time to spare

Rig the lights, build the sound

Run the cables, check the ground

Haul the gear, set the stage

It’s never easy to earn our wage

16 beds inside the bus

Step inside be one of us

A roadie’s life is what we choose

And the wheels keep rolling on

7 nights, 7 days

Hauling gear this is your way

Another town, it never stops

Keep moving on till you’re fit to drop

We fall asleep to the sound of the road

On through the night we move the load

We’re like a family with ups and downs

But in the end, it all calms down

16 beds inside the bus

Step inside be one of us

A roadie’s life is what we choose

And the wheels keep rolling on

A gypsy’s way is what the choose

Not for all but a chosen few

They sacrifice a normal life

To tour the world with no end in sight

They live their life to keep the faith

And get the band up on the stage

Move the gear, rig the lights

Check the sound, this is their life

16 beds inside the bus

Step inside be one of us

A roadie’s life is what we choose

And the wheels keep rolling on

A roadie’s life is what they choose

And the wheels keep rolling on