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
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