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 hitch-hiked all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the Y.M.C.A.
For the next three weeks I went a haunting them night clubs
Looking for a place to play
Well
I thought my picking 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 down to Macon
Georgia
On a overloaded poultry truck
I Thumbed on down to Panama City
Started pickin' out some of the 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 the hobo jungles
I bummed a thousand miles of track
'til I found myself in Mobile
Alabama
In a club they call "Big Jack's"
A little four piece band was jamming
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
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's leading that five piece band
Why wouldn't you know
It's that swinging little guitar man
Guitar man sözleri, Muzik2.Net sayfasından yayınlanmıştır.
http://sarkisozleri.muzik2.net
Elvis Presley