Guitar Man
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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 money and luck
So, I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
On an overloaded poultry truck
I thumbed on down to Panama City
Started pickin' out some of 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
'Til 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 you 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 money and luck
So, I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
On an overloaded poultry truck
I thumbed on down to Panama City
Started pickin' out some of 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
'Til 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 you know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
Yeah, yeah
Mh
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.06] Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
[00:08.47] And left my mama a goodbye note
[00:10.71] By sundown, I'd left Kingston
[00:12.78] With my guitar under my coat
[00:14.75] I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
[00:16.71] Got a room at the YMCA
[00:19.53] For the next three weeks, I went huntin' them nights
[00:21.61] Just lookin' for a place to play
[00:23.57] Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire
[00:26.09] But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
[00:31.39] Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
[00:34.29] I run outta money and luck
[00:35.92] So, I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
[00:38.24] On an overloaded poultry truck
[00:40.18] I thumbed on down to Panama City
[00:42.15] Started pickin' out some of them all night bars
[00:44.74] I hopin' I could make myself a dollar
[00:46.90] Makin' music on my guitar
[00:48.89] I got the same old story at them all my peers
[00:51.22] "There ain't no room around here for a guitar man"
[00:53.88] "We don't need a guitar man, son"
[00:57.25] So, I slept in the hobo jungles
[00:59.32] Roamed a thousand miles off track
[01:01.31] 'Til I found myself in Mobile, Alabama
[01:03.62] At a club they call Big Jack's
[01:05.59] A little four-piece band was jammin'
[01:07.27] So, I took my guitar, and I sat in
[01:09.86] I showed 'em what a band would sound like
[01:11.94] With a swingin' little guitar man
[01:13.31] "Show 'em, son"
[01:14.69]
[01:36.55] If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
[01:38.70] Find yourself down around Mobile
[01:41.68] Make it on out to a club called Jack's
[01:43.46] If you got a little time to kill
[01:45.48] Just follow that crowd of people
[01:47.04] You'll wind up out on his dance floor
[01:50.08] Diggin' the finest little five-piece group
[01:51.72] Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
[01:54.25] Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
[01:56.36] Well, wouldn't you know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
[01:58.81] Yeah, yeah
[02:00.49]
[02:06.15] Mh
[02:06.65]
[00:08.47] And left my mama a goodbye note
[00:10.71] By sundown, I'd left Kingston
[00:12.78] With my guitar under my coat
[00:14.75] I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
[00:16.71] Got a room at the YMCA
[00:19.53] For the next three weeks, I went huntin' them nights
[00:21.61] Just lookin' for a place to play
[00:23.57] Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire
[00:26.09] But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
[00:31.39] Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
[00:34.29] I run outta money and luck
[00:35.92] So, I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
[00:38.24] On an overloaded poultry truck
[00:40.18] I thumbed on down to Panama City
[00:42.15] Started pickin' out some of them all night bars
[00:44.74] I hopin' I could make myself a dollar
[00:46.90] Makin' music on my guitar
[00:48.89] I got the same old story at them all my peers
[00:51.22] "There ain't no room around here for a guitar man"
[00:53.88] "We don't need a guitar man, son"
[00:57.25] So, I slept in the hobo jungles
[00:59.32] Roamed a thousand miles off track
[01:01.31] 'Til I found myself in Mobile, Alabama
[01:03.62] At a club they call Big Jack's
[01:05.59] A little four-piece band was jammin'
[01:07.27] So, I took my guitar, and I sat in
[01:09.86] I showed 'em what a band would sound like
[01:11.94] With a swingin' little guitar man
[01:13.31] "Show 'em, son"
[01:14.69]
[01:36.55] If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
[01:38.70] Find yourself down around Mobile
[01:41.68] Make it on out to a club called Jack's
[01:43.46] If you got a little time to kill
[01:45.48] Just follow that crowd of people
[01:47.04] You'll wind up out on his dance floor
[01:50.08] Diggin' the finest little five-piece group
[01:51.72] Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
[01:54.25] Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
[01:56.36] Well, wouldn't you know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
[01:58.81] Yeah, yeah
[02:00.49]
[02:06.15] Mh
[02:06.65]