Lyrics - Guitar Man by Hubbard

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.

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