Guitar man
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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.
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I hitch-hiked all the way down
to Memphis got a room at the Y.M.C.A.,
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for
the next three weeks I went a hauntin’ them night
clubs,
lookin’ for a place a play.
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Well, I thought my pickin’ would set ‘em on fire,
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but
nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.
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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.
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I thumbed on down to Panama
City,
started
pickin’ out some of them all-night bars,
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hopin’ I could make myself a dollar makin’ music on my guitar.
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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.”
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hobo jungles, I bummed a thousand miles of track,
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till
I found myself in Mobile, Alabama in a club they call “Big Jack’s”.
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A little four piece band was jammin’, so I took my guitar and I sat in,
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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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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.
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Just follow that crowd of people, you’ll wind up out on his dance floor,
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diggin’ the finest little five piece group up and
down the Gulf of Mexico.
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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 ! - -
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(orig. = capo 4th) (Elvis
Presley)