Guitar Man (Escape #1, Remake) - Takes 6 & 7/M Songtext
von Elvis Presley

Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
And 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
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 an overloaded poultry truck

I thumbed on down to Panama City
Started pickin′ out some of them all night bars
I hopin' I could make myself a dollar
Makin′ music on my guitar


I got the same old story at them all my peers
"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
Roamed a thousand miles off track
'Til 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
Well, wouldn′t you know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
Yeah, yeah

Mh