Paroles de Guitar man

Well, i quit my job down at the car wash
I 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
And 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
I 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?
Wouldn't ya know
It's that swingin' little guitar man
Yeah, yeah