Guitar Man Songtext
von Jerry Reed

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 nightclubs
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 checkin′ 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
We don't need a guitar man, son

So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of 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

So 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


Guitar man