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  • 作词 : HUBBARD, JERRY
    作曲 : HUBBARD, JERRY
    Well I quit my job down at the car wash
    Left my mama a goodbye note
    By sundown I‘d left kingston
    With my guitar under my coat
    I hitchhiked all the way down to memphis,
    Got a room at the ymca,

    For the next three weeks I went huntin them nights,
    Just lookin for a place to play
    Well, I thought my pickin would set em on fire
    But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.

    Well, I nearly bout starved to death down in memphis
    I run outta money and luck
    So I bought me a ride down to macon, georgia
    On a overloaded poultry truck
    I thumbed on down to panama city
    Started pickin out some o them all night bars
    Hopin I could make myself a dollar
    Makin music on my guitar

    I got the same old story at them all night piers
    There aint no room around here for a guitar man
    We don’t need a guitar man, son

    So I slept in the hobo jungles
    Roamed a thousand miles of track
    Till I found myself in mobile alabama
    At a club they call big jacks
    A little four-piece band was jammin
    So I took my guitar and I sat in
    I showed em what a band would sound like
    With a swingin little guitar man
    Show em son
    If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
    Find yourself down around mobile
    Make it on out to a club called jacks
    If you got a little time to kill
    Just follow that crowd of people
    You'll wind up out on his dance floor
    Diggin the finest little five-piece group
    Up and down the gulf of mexico
    Guess whos leadin that five-piece band
    Well, wouldnt ya know, its that swingin little guitar man
    Hey guitar man

  • [00:00.000] 作词 : HUBBARD, JERRY
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : HUBBARD, JERRY
    [00:09.77]Well I quit my job down at the car wash
    [00:12.34]Left my mama a goodbye note
    [00:14.40]By sundown I‘d left kingston
    [00:16.59]With my guitar under my coat
    [00:18.77]I hitchhiked all the way down to memphis,
    [00:20.90]Got a room at the ymca,
    [00:22.46]
    [00:23.15]For the next three weeks I went huntin them nights,
    [00:25.72]Just lookin for a place to play
    [00:27.65]Well, I thought my pickin would set em on fire
    [00:29.90]But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.
    [00:32.77]
    [00:35.71]Well, I nearly bout starved to death down in memphis
    [00:38.59]I run outta money and luck
    [00:40.59]So I bought me a ride down to macon, georgia
    [00:43.11]On a overloaded poultry truck
    [00:45.08]I thumbed on down to panama city
    [00:47.03]Started pickin out some o them all night bars
    [00:49.40]Hopin I could make myself a dollar
    [00:51.65]Makin music on my guitar
    [00:53.09]
    [00:53.72]I got the same old story at them all night piers
    [00:56.15]There aint no room around here for a guitar man
    [00:58.65]We don’t need a guitar man, son
    [01:01.59]
    [01:02.59]So I slept in the hobo jungles
    [01:04.58]Roamed a thousand miles of track
    [01:06.53]Till I found myself in mobile alabama
    [01:09.02]At a club they call big jacks
    [01:11.03]A little four-piece band was jammin
    [01:12.96]So I took my guitar and I sat in
    [01:15.21]I showed em what a band would sound like
    [01:17.65]With a swingin little guitar man
    [01:19.46]Show em son
    [01:43.46]If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
    [01:45.90]Find yourself down around mobile
    [01:47.89]Make it on out to a club called jacks
    [01:50.34]If you got a little time to kill
    [01:52.27]Just follow that crowd of people
    [01:54.08]You'll wind up out on his dance floor
    [01:56.39]Diggin the finest little five-piece group
    [01:59.08]Up and down the gulf of mexico
    [02:01.02]Guess whos leadin that five-piece band
    [02:03.46]Well, wouldnt ya know, its that swingin little guitar man
    [02:06.89]Hey guitar man
    [02:13.71]