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Well, I quit my jD7ob 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 aG7sus4ll the way dG7own to Memphis,
Got a room at the YMCA,
For the nD7ext three weeks I went huntin' them nights,
Just lookin' for a place to play,
Well, I thA7ought my pickin' would set 'em on fire,
But noG7body wanted to hire a guitar mD7an. G7
Well, I nearly 'bout staD7rved 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 onG7sus4 down to PG7anama City,
Started pickin' out some of them all night bars,
D7Hopin' I could make myself a dollar,
Makin' music on my guitar,
Got the sA7ame old story at them all night piers,
There aG7in't no room around here for a guitar mD7an
SPOKEN: We don't need a guitar man, son
G7So I slept in the hobo jungles,
Roamed a thousand miles of track,
Til I foD7und myself in Mobile Alabama,
In a club they call Big Jack's,
A little G7four-piece band was jammin',
So I took my guitar and I sat in,
I sE7howed 'em what a band would sound like,
With a swA7ingin' little guitar man.
SPOKEN: Show 'em, son
If you ever take a tD7rip 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 G7sus4follow that cG7rowd of people,You'll wind up out on his dance floor,
D7Diggin' the finest little five-piece group,Up and down the Gulf of Mexico,
A7Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band, Well, woG7uldn't ya know,
it's that swingin' little guitar mD7an. G7 D7
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