Guitar Man

Well, I quit my job down at the car wash

And 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 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 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 an overloaded poultry truck

I thumbed on down to Panama City

Started pickin' out some of them all night bars

I hopin' I could make myself a dollar

Makin' music on my guitar

I got the same old story at them all my peers

"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

Roamed a thousand miles off track

'Til I found myself in Mobile, Alabama

At a club they call Big Jack's

A 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, 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 dance floor

Diggin' the finest little five-piece group

Up and down the Gulf of Mexico

Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band

Well, wouldn't you know, it's that swingin' little guitar man

Yeah, yeah

Mh