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Guitar Man

Track 11: Guitar Man
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Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I had left Kingston
Ah with my guitar under my coat

I hitch hiked all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the Y.M.C.A.
Ah 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 bar
Oh, hopin' I could make myself a dollar
Makin' music on my guitar

I 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, son

So I slept in the Hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile, Alabama
Had 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
Oh, 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
If you got a little time to kill

Ah, just follow that crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his dance floor
Ah, diggin' the finest little five piece group
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico

Ah, guess who's leadin' that five piece band?
Well, wouldn't you know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
Hey, hey

Songwriter(s): Hubbard, Jerry Reed
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