VERSE 1:
D7
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,
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I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis,
Got a room at the YMCA,
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For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights,
Just lookin' for a place to play,
A7
Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire,
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But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.
VERSE 2:
D7
Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis,
I run outta money and luck,
So I bummed me a ride down to Macon, Georgia,
On a overloaded poultry truck,
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I thumbed on down to Panama City,
Started pickin' out some of them all night bars,
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Hopin' I could make myself a dollar,
Makin' music on my guitar,
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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: We don't need a guitar man, son
G7
So I slept in the hobo jungles,
Roamed a thousand miles of track,
D7
Til I found myself in Mobile Alabama,
In a club they call Big Jack's,
G7
A little four-piece band was jammin',
So I took my guitar and I sat in,
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I showed 'em what a band would sound like,
A7
With a swingin' little guitar man.
SPOKEN: Show 'em, son
D7
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,
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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.
