Elvis Presley - 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 huntin` them nights,

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 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 man, son

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 `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 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.