Trouble Guitar Man
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โฑ๏ธ 3:29 duration
๐ ID: 1086616
๐ Lyrics
If you're looking for trouble
You came to the right place
If you're looking for trouble
Just look right in my face
I was born standing up
And talking back
My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
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 ain't no room around here for a guitar man
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 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 ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
You came to the right place
If you're looking for trouble
Just look right in my face
I was born standing up
And talking back
My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
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 ain't no room around here for a guitar man
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 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 ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.52] If you're looking for trouble
[00:04.38] You came to the right place
[00:07.42] If you're looking for trouble
[00:10.33] Just look right in my face
[00:13.04] I was born standing up
[00:16.13] And talking back
[00:18.50] My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
[00:23.50] Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
[00:35.49] Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
[00:42.46]
[01:09.36] Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
[01:11.46] Left my mama a goodbye note
[01:14.04] By sundown I'd left Kingston
[01:15.95] With my guitar under my coat
[01:17.85] I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
[01:19.72] Got a room at the YMCA
[01:22.37] For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
[01:24.38] Just lookin' for a place to play
[01:26.31] Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire
[01:28.64] But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
[01:30.87]
[01:40.30] Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
[01:43.18] I run outta money and luck
[01:45.06] So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
[01:47.07] On a overloaded poultry truck
[01:48.87] I thumbed on down to Panama City
[01:50.64] Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars
[01:53.31] Hopin' I could make myself a dollar
[01:55.33] Makin' music on my guitar
[01:57.21] I got the same old story at them all night piers
[01:59.53] There ain't no room around here for a guitar man
[02:01.88]
[02:07.64] So I slept in the hobo jungles
[02:09.84] Roamed a thousand miles of track
[02:11.65] Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama
[02:14.01] At a club they call Big Jack's
[02:15.96] A little four-piece band was jammin'
[02:17.58] So I took my guitar and I sat in
[02:20.36] I showed'em what a band would sound like
[02:22.20] With a swingin' little guitar man
[02:23.58] Show'em, son
[02:24.46]
[02:37.15] If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
[02:39.48] Find yourself down around Mobile
[02:41.94] Make it on out to a club called Jack's
[02:43.72] If you got a little time to kill
[02:45.73] Just follow that crowd of people
[02:47.48] You'll wind up out on his dance floor
[02:50.18] Diggin' the finest little five-piece group
[02:51.84] Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
[02:54.17] Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
[02:55.96] Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
[02:58.55]
[00:04.38] You came to the right place
[00:07.42] If you're looking for trouble
[00:10.33] Just look right in my face
[00:13.04] I was born standing up
[00:16.13] And talking back
[00:18.50] My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
[00:23.50] Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
[00:35.49] Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
[00:42.46]
[01:09.36] Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
[01:11.46] Left my mama a goodbye note
[01:14.04] By sundown I'd left Kingston
[01:15.95] With my guitar under my coat
[01:17.85] I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
[01:19.72] Got a room at the YMCA
[01:22.37] For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
[01:24.38] Just lookin' for a place to play
[01:26.31] Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire
[01:28.64] But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
[01:30.87]
[01:40.30] Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
[01:43.18] I run outta money and luck
[01:45.06] So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
[01:47.07] On a overloaded poultry truck
[01:48.87] I thumbed on down to Panama City
[01:50.64] Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars
[01:53.31] Hopin' I could make myself a dollar
[01:55.33] Makin' music on my guitar
[01:57.21] I got the same old story at them all night piers
[01:59.53] There ain't no room around here for a guitar man
[02:01.88]
[02:07.64] So I slept in the hobo jungles
[02:09.84] Roamed a thousand miles of track
[02:11.65] Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama
[02:14.01] At a club they call Big Jack's
[02:15.96] A little four-piece band was jammin'
[02:17.58] So I took my guitar and I sat in
[02:20.36] I showed'em what a band would sound like
[02:22.20] With a swingin' little guitar man
[02:23.58] Show'em, son
[02:24.46]
[02:37.15] If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
[02:39.48] Find yourself down around Mobile
[02:41.94] Make it on out to a club called Jack's
[02:43.72] If you got a little time to kill
[02:45.73] Just follow that crowd of people
[02:47.48] You'll wind up out on his dance floor
[02:50.18] Diggin' the finest little five-piece group
[02:51.84] Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
[02:54.17] Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
[02:55.96] Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
[02:58.55]