Guitar Man [Single Version] lyrics

Well, I quit my job down at the car wash

I 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 hunting them night clubs

And looking for a place to play

Well, I thought my picking 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 picking out some o' them all-night bars

I hoping I could make myself a dollar

Making music on my guitar

I got the same old story at them all-night piers

Cos 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

I 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 jamming

So I took my guitar and I sat in

I showed 'em what a band would sound like

With a swinging 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 dancefloor

Digging the finest little five-piece group

Up and down the Gulf of Mexico

Guess who's leading that five-piece band

Well, wouldn't you know, it's that swinging little guitar man

Yeah, yeah

• Artist:Elvis Presley
• Album:Guitar man