Guitar Man

Well I quit my job down at the car wash

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 a overloaded poultry truck

I 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 guitar

I got the same old story at them all night piers

There aint 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 of track

Till I found myself in mobile alabama

At a club they call big jacks

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 jacks

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 whos leadin that five-piece band

Well, wouldnt ya know, its that swingin little guitar man

Hey guitar man