Guitar Man
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โฑ๏ธ 2:19 duration
๐ ID: 1086095
๐ Lyrics
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 of 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
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
Till 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
I guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
Yeah, yeah
Mh
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 of 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
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
Till 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
I guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
Yeah, yeah
Mh
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.82] Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
[00:08.15] And left my mama a goodbye note
[00:10.53] By sundown I'd left Kingston
[00:12.52] With my guitar under my coat
[00:14.74] I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
[00:16.51] Got a room at the YMCA
[00:19.00] For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
[00:21.41] Just lookin' for a place to play
[00:23.52] Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire
[00:25.83] But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
[00:31.39] Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
[00:33.99] I run outta of money and luck
[00:35.97] So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
[00:38.05] On a overloaded poultry truck
[00:39.90] I thumbed on down to Panama City
[00:41.93] Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars
[00:44.74] I hopin' I could make myself a dollar
[00:46.66] Makin' music on my guitar
[00:48.59] I got the same old story at them all my peers
[00:50.98] There ain't no room around here for a guitar man
[00:53.60] We don't need a guitar man, son
[00:56.99] So I slept in the hobo jungles
[00:59.06] Roamed a thousand miles off track
[01:01.34] Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama
[01:03.39] At a club they call Big Jack's
[01:05.29] A little four-piece band was jammin'
[01:07.04] So I took my guitar and I sat in
[01:09.60] I showed 'em what a band would sound like
[01:11.66] With a swingin' little guitar man
[01:13.39] Show 'em, son
[01:14.44]
[01:36.57] If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
[01:38.79] Find yourself down around Mobile
[01:41.44] Make it on out to a club called Jack's
[01:43.20] If you got a little time to kill
[01:45.21] Just follow that crowd of people
[01:47.09] You'll wind up out on his dance floor
[01:49.51] Diggin' the finest little five-piece group
[01:51.52] Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
[01:53.70] I guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
[01:56.13] Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
[01:58.86] Yeah, yeah
[02:05.60] Mh
[02:07.93]
[00:08.15] And left my mama a goodbye note
[00:10.53] By sundown I'd left Kingston
[00:12.52] With my guitar under my coat
[00:14.74] I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
[00:16.51] Got a room at the YMCA
[00:19.00] For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
[00:21.41] Just lookin' for a place to play
[00:23.52] Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire
[00:25.83] But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
[00:31.39] Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
[00:33.99] I run outta of money and luck
[00:35.97] So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
[00:38.05] On a overloaded poultry truck
[00:39.90] I thumbed on down to Panama City
[00:41.93] Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars
[00:44.74] I hopin' I could make myself a dollar
[00:46.66] Makin' music on my guitar
[00:48.59] I got the same old story at them all my peers
[00:50.98] There ain't no room around here for a guitar man
[00:53.60] We don't need a guitar man, son
[00:56.99] So I slept in the hobo jungles
[00:59.06] Roamed a thousand miles off track
[01:01.34] Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama
[01:03.39] At a club they call Big Jack's
[01:05.29] A little four-piece band was jammin'
[01:07.04] So I took my guitar and I sat in
[01:09.60] I showed 'em what a band would sound like
[01:11.66] With a swingin' little guitar man
[01:13.39] Show 'em, son
[01:14.44]
[01:36.57] If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
[01:38.79] Find yourself down around Mobile
[01:41.44] Make it on out to a club called Jack's
[01:43.20] If you got a little time to kill
[01:45.21] Just follow that crowd of people
[01:47.09] You'll wind up out on his dance floor
[01:49.51] Diggin' the finest little five-piece group
[01:51.52] Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
[01:53.70] I guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
[01:56.13] Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
[01:58.86] Yeah, yeah
[02:05.60] Mh
[02:07.93]