Guitar Man (Single Version)
Well, I quit my job down at the car washI left my mama a goodbye noteBy sundown I'd left KingstonWith my guitar under my coatI hitchhiked all the way down to MemphisGot a room at the YMCAFor the next three weeks I went hunting them night clubsAnd looking for a place to playWell, I thought my picking would set 'em on fireBut nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in MemphisI run outta money and luckSo I bought me a ride down to Macon, GeorgiaOn a overloaded poultry truckI thumbed on down to Panama CityStarted picking out some o' them all-night barsI hoping I could make myself a dollarMaking music on my guitarI got the same old story at them all-night piersCos 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 junglesI roamed a thousand miles of trackTill I found myself in Mobile, AlabamaAt a club they call "Big Jack's"A little four-piece band was jammingSo I took my guitar and I sat inI showed 'em what a band would sound likeWith a swinging little guitar man"Show 'em, son"
If you ever take a trip down to the oceanFind yourself down around MobileMake it on out to a club called "Jack's"If you got a little time to killJust follow that crowd of peopleYou'll wind up out on his dancefloorDigging the finest little five-piece groupUp and down the Gulf of MexicoGuess who's leading that five-piece bandWell, wouldn't you know, it's that swinging little guitar manYeah, yeah