Who draws the crowd, who plays so loud baby, it's the guitar man.

Who's gonna steal the show, you know, baby, it's the guitar man.

He can make you laugh, he can make you cry,

He will break you down, he will get you high.

And something keeps him going miles and miles away,

to find another place to play,

and night after night - who treats you right, baby, it's the guitar man.

who's on the radio, you know, baby it's the guitar man

when he comes to town and you see his face

and you think you might like to take his place

something keeps him drifting miles and miles away

searching for the songs to play

then you listen to the music and you'd like to sing along

and you want to get the meaning out of each and every song

and you find yourself a message and some words to call your own..

and take 'em home.

he can make you laugh, he can get you high

he will bring you down, he will make you cry

something keeps him moving, but no one seems to know

what it is that makes him go

then the lights being to flicker and the sound is getting dim

the voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin

but he never seems to notice he's just gotta find another place to play.

anyway.....

got to play...

anyway...