Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley - Guitar Man lyrics
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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 ain`t 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 Jack`s, 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 Jack`s, 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 who`s leadin` that five-piece band, Well, wouldn`t ya know, it`s that swingin` little guitar man.