Medley: Trouble / Guitar Man Songtext
von Elvis Presley

If you′re looking for trouble
You came to the right place
If you're looking for trouble
Just look right in my face
I was born standing up
And talking back
My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
Because I′m evil, my middle name is misery
Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me

Well, I quit my job 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 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 ain′t no room around here for a guitar man

So I slept in the hobo jungles
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
Well, wouldn′t ya know, it's that swingin′ little guitar man