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Guitar Man

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 coatI hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis

Got a room at the YMCA

And 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 manWell, 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 truckI 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 guitarI 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, sonSo, 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'sA 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, sonIf 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 killJust 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 MexicoGuess who's leadin' that five-piece band?

Wouldn't ya know

It's that swingin' little guitar man

Yeah, yeah

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