Guitar Man (Take 4)

Well, I quit my job down at the car wash, I 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 hunting them nights just looking for a place to play
Well, I thought my picking would set them on fire, but nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
Well, I nearly about starved to death down in Memphis, I run out to 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 picking out some of them all night bars
Hoping I could make myself a dollar making music on my guitar
I got the same old story at them all night piers, there is 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 jamming so I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed them what a band would sound like with a swinging little guitar man
Show them, 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
Digging the finest little five-piece group up and down the Gulf of Mexico
Guess who's leading that five-piece band
Well, wouldn't you know, it's that swinging little guitar man
Hey
Hey
Guitar man