(Hubbard)
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash, 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 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, I 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, Roamed a thousand miles of track, Ti will I found myself in Mobile Alabama, At a club they call Big Jacks, 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 Jacks, If you got a little time to kill, Just follow that crowd of people, You wi will wind up out on his dance floor, Diggin the finest little five-piece group, Up and down the Gulf of Mexico, Guess whos leadin that five-piece band, Well, wouldnt ya know, its that swingin little guitar man.
The TV-special verse:
Well, I came a long way from the carwash, Got to where I said Id get Now that Imhere I know for sure I really aint got there yet Think I will start all over Swing my guitar over my back Imgonna get myself back on the track I will never, never ever look back I will never be more than what I am Wouldnt you know I m a swinging little Guitar man
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