WellI 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
WellI thought my pickin would set em on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.
WellI nearly bout starved to death down in Memphis
I run outta money and luck
So I bought me a ride down to MaconGeorgia
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 manson
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 emson
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
Wellwouldn t ya knowit s that swingin little guitar man.

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