Текст песни Guitar Man - Elvis Presley
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
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
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.
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