Well I quit my job down at the car wash
I left my momma a goodbye note
I hitch-hiked all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the Y.M.C.A.
For the next three weeks I went a hauntin’ them night clubs
Lookin’ for a place a play
Well I thought my pickin’ would set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
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Well I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
I run outta money and luck
I thumbed on down to Panama City
Started pickin’ out some of 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
*spoken * We don’t need no guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
I bummed a thousand miles of track
Til I found myself in Mobile, Alabama
In 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
*spoken * Show 'em son
So if you ever take a trip down to the ocean
Find yourself down around Mobile
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
And guess who’s leadin’ that five piece band
Wouldn’t you know it’s that swingin’ little guitar man
Yeah Yeah guitarman
