Guitar man    (video)

 

    A - E

 

                            A

1. Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,

 

    I left my momma a goodbye note,

 

    by sundown I’d left Kingston with my guitar under my coat.

                         D

    I hitch-hiked all the way down to Memphis got a room at the Y.M.C.A.,

                 A

    for the next three weeks I went a hauntin’ them night clubs,

 

    lookin’ for a place a play.

                   E

    Well, I thought my pickin’ would set ‘em on fire,

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    but nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.

 

                                      A

2. Well, I nearly ‘bout starved to death down in Memphis,

 

    I run outta money and luck,

 

    so I bummed me a ride down to Macon, Georgia

 

    on a overloaded poultry truck.

                            D

    I thumbed on down to Panama City,

 

    started pickin’ out some of them all-night bars,

      A

    hopin’ I could make myself a dollar makin’ music on my guitar.

                    E

    I got the same old story at them all night piers,

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     that there ain’t no room around here for a guitar man

      

    “We don’t need no guitar man, son.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

               D

+  So I slept in the hobo jungles, I bummed a thousand miles of track,

              A

    till I found myself in Mobile, Alabama in a club they call “Big Jack’s”.

                 D

    A little four piece band was jammin’, so I took my guitar and I sat in,

          A

    I showed ‘em what a band would sound like

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    with a swingin’ little guitar man, show ‘em, son !

 

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                                  A

3. If you ever take a trip down to the ocean,

 

    find yourself down around Mobile,

 

    well, make it out to a club called “Jack’s” if you got a little time to kill.

             D

    Just follow that crowd of people, you’ll wind up out on his dance floor,

     A

    diggin’ the finest little five piece group up and down the Gulf of Mexico.

               E

    And guess who’s leadin’ that five piece band ?

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    Wouldn’t you know it’s that swingin’ little guitar man !

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    Yeah, yeah !                 - - -       +  A - D - A ....

 

(orig. = capo 4th)    (Elvis Presley)