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Guitar Man

๐Ÿ‘ค Elvis Presley โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Mega Elvis, Vol. 4 โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:27
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โฑ๏ธ 2:27 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 796664

๐Ÿ“œ 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 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
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, yeah yeah

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:05.93] Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
[00:07.78] Left my mama a goodbye note
[00:09.65] By sundown I'd left Kingston
[00:12.04] With my guitar under my coat
[00:14.28] I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
[00:15.77] Got a room at the YMCA
[00:17.96] For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
[00:20.46] Just lookin' for a place to play
[00:21.97] Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire
[00:24.86] But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
[00:31.16] Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
[00:32.52] I run outta money and luck
[00:34.59] So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
[00:37.14] On a overloaded poultry truck
[00:39.65] I thumbed on down to Panama City
[00:40.84] Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars
[00:42.88] Hopin' I could make myself a dollar
[00:44.93] Makin' music on my guitar
[00:47.23] I got the same old story at them all night piers
[00:49.55] There ain't no room around here for a guitar man
[00:51.90] We don't need a guitar man, son
[00:54.78] So I slept in the hobo jungles
[00:57.77] Roamed a thousand miles of track
[00:59.12] Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama
[01:01.93] At a club they call Big Jack's
[01:03.82] A little four-piece band was jammin'
[01:05.72] So I took my guitar and I sat in
[01:07.80] I showed 'em what a band would sound like
[01:10.12] With a swingin' little guitar man
[01:11.44] Show 'em, son
[01:34.78] If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
[01:36.55] Find yourself down around Mobile
[01:38.62] Make it on out to a club called Jack's
[01:40.82] If you got a little time to kill
[01:42.88] Just follow that crowd of people
[01:44.80] You'll wind up out on his dance floor
[01:47.10] Diggin' the finest little five piece group
[01:49.34] Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
[01:51.87] Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
[01:52.87] Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man, yeah yeah
[01:57.69]

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