Guitar Man
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โฑ๏ธ 2:19 duration
๐ ID: 136389
๐ Lyrics
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 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
Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man.
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 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
Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.37] Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
[00:08.65] Left my mama a goodbye note
[00:10.56] By sundown I'd left Kingston
[00:13.06] With my guitar under my coat
[00:14.75] I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
[00:17.06] Got a room at the YMCA
[00:19.32] For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
[00:21.99] Just lookin' for a place to play
[00:23.53] Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire
[00:26.05] But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.
[00:31.64] Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
[00:33.98] I run outta money and luck
[00:36.43] So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
[00:38.53] On a overloaded poultry truck
[00:40.24] I thumbed on down to Panama City
[00:42.20] Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars
[00:44.78] Hopin' I could make myself a dollar
[00:46.87] Makin' music on my guitar
[00:48.52] I got the same old story at them all my peers
[00:51.23] There ain't no room around here for a guitar man
[00:54.12] We don't need a guitar man, son
[00:57.41] So I slept in the hobo jungles
[00:59.09] Roamed a thousand miles off track
[01:01.31] Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama
[01:03.63] At a club they call Big Jack's
[01:05.27] A little four-piece band was jammin'
[01:07.35] So I took my guitar and I sat in
[01:09.62] I showed 'em what a band would sound like
[01:12.12] With a swingin' little guitar man.
[01:13.58] Show 'em, son
[01:36.79] If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
[01:39.00] Find yourself down around Mobile
[01:41.43] Make it on out to a club called Jack's
[01:43.76] If you got a little time to kill
[01:45.46] Just follow that crowd of people
[01:47.09] You'll wind up out on his dance floor
[01:49.82] Diggin' the finest little five-piece group
[01:52.28] Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
[01:53.98] Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
[01:56.36] Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man.
[01:58.53]
[00:08.65] Left my mama a goodbye note
[00:10.56] By sundown I'd left Kingston
[00:13.06] With my guitar under my coat
[00:14.75] I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
[00:17.06] Got a room at the YMCA
[00:19.32] For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
[00:21.99] Just lookin' for a place to play
[00:23.53] Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire
[00:26.05] But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.
[00:31.64] Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
[00:33.98] I run outta money and luck
[00:36.43] So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
[00:38.53] On a overloaded poultry truck
[00:40.24] I thumbed on down to Panama City
[00:42.20] Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars
[00:44.78] Hopin' I could make myself a dollar
[00:46.87] Makin' music on my guitar
[00:48.52] I got the same old story at them all my peers
[00:51.23] There ain't no room around here for a guitar man
[00:54.12] We don't need a guitar man, son
[00:57.41] So I slept in the hobo jungles
[00:59.09] Roamed a thousand miles off track
[01:01.31] Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama
[01:03.63] At a club they call Big Jack's
[01:05.27] A little four-piece band was jammin'
[01:07.35] So I took my guitar and I sat in
[01:09.62] I showed 'em what a band would sound like
[01:12.12] With a swingin' little guitar man.
[01:13.58] Show 'em, son
[01:36.79] If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
[01:39.00] Find yourself down around Mobile
[01:41.43] Make it on out to a club called Jack's
[01:43.76] If you got a little time to kill
[01:45.46] Just follow that crowd of people
[01:47.09] You'll wind up out on his dance floor
[01:49.82] Diggin' the finest little five-piece group
[01:52.28] Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
[01:53.98] Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
[01:56.36] Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man.
[01:58.53]