Saxon Roadies' Song
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
