Guitar Man
Well I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my momma a goodbye note
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
Hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
The next three weeks I went a hunting them night clubs
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
Runnnin out of money and luck
I bummed me a ride down to Macon Georgia
On an overloaded poultry truck
Thumbed on down to Panama City
Started checking out some of them all night bars
Hoping I could make myself a dollar
Making music on my guitar
Got the same ole story from them all night peers
Ain't no room around here for a guitar man
So I slept in hobo jungles
Bummed a thousand miles of track
Til I found myself in Mobile Alabama
At a club they called Big Jacks
A four piece band was jammin
So I took my guitar and I set in
Showed em what a band would sound like
With a swinging little guitar man yea
Now if you ever take a trip down to the ocean
You find yourself down around Mobile
Make it on out to the club called Jacks
If you got a little time to kill
Just follow that crowd of people
You will wind up out on his dance floor
Diggin the finest little five piece group
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
And guess who's leading that five piece band
Wouldn't you know it's that swinging little guitar man
Left my momma a goodbye note
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
Hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
The next three weeks I went a hunting them night clubs
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
Runnnin out of money and luck
I bummed me a ride down to Macon Georgia
On an overloaded poultry truck
Thumbed on down to Panama City
Started checking out some of them all night bars
Hoping I could make myself a dollar
Making music on my guitar
Got the same ole story from them all night peers
Ain't no room around here for a guitar man
So I slept in hobo jungles
Bummed a thousand miles of track
Til I found myself in Mobile Alabama
At a club they called Big Jacks
A four piece band was jammin
So I took my guitar and I set in
Showed em what a band would sound like
With a swinging little guitar man yea
Now if you ever take a trip down to the ocean
You find yourself down around Mobile
Make it on out to the club called Jacks
If you got a little time to kill
Just follow that crowd of people
You will wind up out on his dance floor
Diggin the finest little five piece group
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
And guess who's leading that five piece band
Wouldn't you know it's that swinging little guitar man
Credits
Writer(s): Jerry Reed Hubbard
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