Elvis Presley "Guitar Man (Single Version)" paroles

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Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
I 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 hunting them night clubs
And looking for a place to play
Well, I thought my picking 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 picking out some o' them all-night bars
I hoping I could make myself a dollar
Making music on my guitar
I got the same old story at them all-night piers
Cos 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
I 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 jamming
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
With a swinging 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 dancefloor
Digging the finest little five-piece group
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
Guess who's leading that five-piece band
Well, wouldn't you know, it's that swinging little guitar man
Yeah, yeah