well
i quit my job down at the car wash
i left my mama a goodbye note
by sundown id left kingston
with my guitar under my coat
i hitchhiked all the way down to memphis
got a room at the ymca
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 aint no room around here for a guitar man
we dont 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 jacks
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 jacks
if you got a little time to kill
just follow that crowd of people
youll wind up out on his dance floor
diggin the finest little five piece group
up and down the gulf of mexico
and guess whos leading that five piece band
why wouldnt you know
its that swinging little guitar man