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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGuitar Man
Well, I quit my job down at the car washLeft my mama a goodbye noteBy sundown I'd left KingstonWith my guitar under my coatI hitchhiked all the way down to MemphisGot a room at the YMCAFor the next three weeks I went huntin' them nightsJust lookin' for a place to playWell, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fireBut nobody wanted to hire a guitar manWell, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in MemphisI run outta money and luckSo I bought me a ride down to Macon, GeorgiaOn a overloaded poultry truckI thumbed on down to Panama CityStarted pickin' out some o' them all night barsHopin' I could make myself a dollarMakin' music on my guitarI got the same old story at them all night piersThere ain't no room around here for a guitar manWe don't need a guitar man, sonSo I slept in the hobo junglesRoamed a thousand miles of trackTill I found myself in Mobile AlabamaAt a club they call Big Jack'sA little four-piece band was jammin'So I took my guitar and I sat inI showed 'em what a band would sound likeWith a swingin' little guitar manShow 'em, sonIf you ever take a trip down to the oceanFind yourself down around MobileMake it on out to a club called Jack'sIf you got a little time to killJust follow that crowd of peopleYou'll wind up out on his dance floorDiggin' the finest little five piece groupUp and down the Gulf of MexicoGuess who's leadin' that five-piece bandWell, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man, yeah yeah
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