Guitar Man

Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
And left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar up under my coat
I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the Y.M.C.A
For the next three weeks I went a' hunting them night clubs
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 out of money and luck
So I bummed me a ride to Macon, Georgia
On an overloaded poultry truck
I thumbed on down to Panama City
Started checkin' out some of them all night bars
Hopin' I can make myself a dollar
Makin' music on my guitar
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 hobo jungles
Bummed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile, Alabama
In a club they call Big Jack's
A little four piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I set in
I showed em' what a band would sound like
With a swinging little guitar man
"Show 'em son!"
Yay!
So if you ever take a trip down to the ocean
Find yourself down round Mobile
Well, make it on out to the 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
And guess who leadin' that five piece band
Well, wouldn't you know it's that swingin' little guitar man
"Yeah, yeah!"