[Verse]
D7
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
D7
Left my mama a goodbye note,By sundown I'd left Kingston,
D7
With my guitar under my coat,
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I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis,
G7
Got a room at the YMCA,
D7
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights,
D7
Just lookin' for a place to play,
A7
Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire,
G7 D7 G7
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.
[Verse]
D7
Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis,
D7
I run outta money and luck,
D7
So I bummed me a ride down to Macon, Georgia,
D7
On a overloaded poultry truck,
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I thumbed on down to Panama City,
G7
Started pickin' out some of them all night bars,
D7
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar,
D7
Makin' music on my guitar,
A7
Got the same old story at them all night piers,
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There ain't no room around here for a guitar man
[Spoken]
N.C.
We don't need a guitar man, son
[Verse]
G7
So I slept in the hobo jungles,
G7
Roamed a thousand miles of track,
D7
Til I found myself in Mobile Alabama,
D7
In a club they call Big Jack's,
G7
A little four-piece band was jammin',
G7
So I took my guitar and I sat in,
E7
I showed 'em what a band would sound like,
A7
With a swingin' little guitar man.
[Spoken]
N.C.
Show 'em, son
[Chorus]
D7
If you ever take a trip down to the ocean,find yourself down around Mobile,
D7
Make it on out to a club called Jack's, If you got a little time to kill,
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Just follow that crowd of people,You'll wind up out on his dance floor,
D7
Diggin' the finest little five-piece group,Up and down the Gulf of Mexico,
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Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band, Well, wouldn't ya know,
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it's that swingin' little guitar man.
