VERSE 1:
Well, I quit my j[D7]ob 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 a[G7sus4]ll the way d[G7]own to Memphis,
Got a room at the YMCA,
For the n[D7]ext three weeks I went huntin' them nights,
Just lookin' for a place to play,
Well, I th[A7]ought my pickin' would set 'em on fire,
But no[G7]body wanted to hire a guitar m[D7]an.[G7]
VERSE 2:
Well, I nearly 'bout sta[D7]rved to death down in Memphis,
I run outta money and luck,
So I bummed me a ride down to Macon, Georgia,
On a overloaded poultry truck,
I thumbed on[G7sus4] down to P[G7]anama City,
Started pickin' out some of them all night bars,
[D7]Hopin' I could make myself a dollar,
Makin' music on my guitar,
Got the s[A7]ame old story at them all night piers,
There a[G7]in't no room around here for a guitar m[D7]an
SPOKEN: We don't need a guitar man, son
[G7]So I slept in the hobo jungles,
Roamed a thousand miles of track,
Til I fo[D7]und myself in Mobile Alabama,
In a club they call Big Jack's,
A little [G7]four-piece band was jammin',
So I took my guitar and I sat in,
I s[E7]howed 'em what a band would sound like,
With a sw[A7]ingin' little guitar man.
SPOKEN: Show 'em, son
If you ever take a t[D7]rip 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 [G7sus4]follow that c[G7]rowd of people,You'll wind up out on his dance floor,
[D7]Diggin' the finest little five-piece group,Up and down the Gulf of Mexico,
[A7]Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band, Well, wo[G7]uldn't ya know,
it's that swingin' little guitar m[D7]an.[G7][D7]
Well, I quit my j[D7]ob 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 a[G7sus4]ll the way d[G7]own to Memphis,
Got a room at the YMCA,
For the n[D7]ext three weeks I went huntin' them nights,
Just lookin' for a place to play,
Well, I th[A7]ought my pickin' would set 'em on fire,
But no[G7]body wanted to hire a guitar m[D7]an.[G7]
VERSE 2:
Well, I nearly 'bout sta[D7]rved to death down in Memphis,
I run outta money and luck,
So I bummed me a ride down to Macon, Georgia,
On a overloaded poultry truck,
I thumbed on[G7sus4] down to P[G7]anama City,
Started pickin' out some of them all night bars,
[D7]Hopin' I could make myself a dollar,
Makin' music on my guitar,
Got the s[A7]ame old story at them all night piers,
There a[G7]in't no room around here for a guitar m[D7]an
SPOKEN: We don't need a guitar man, son
[G7]So I slept in the hobo jungles,
Roamed a thousand miles of track,
Til I fo[D7]und myself in Mobile Alabama,
In a club they call Big Jack's,
A little [G7]four-piece band was jammin',
So I took my guitar and I sat in,
I s[E7]howed 'em what a band would sound like,
With a sw[A7]ingin' little guitar man.
SPOKEN: Show 'em, son
If you ever take a t[D7]rip 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 [G7sus4]follow that c[G7]rowd of people,You'll wind up out on his dance floor,
[D7]Diggin' the finest little five-piece group,Up and down the Gulf of Mexico,
[A7]Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band, Well, wo[G7]uldn't ya know,
it's that swingin' little guitar m[D7]an.[G7][D7]
