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]
