Jerry Reed - Guitar Man 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 hauntin' them nightclubs,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 checkin' 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 manWe don't need a guitar man, sonSo 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, sonIf 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.
