Elvis Presley - Guitar Man Lyrics

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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

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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

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