Guitar Man

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Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
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Left my mama a goodbye note,By sundown I'd left Kingston,
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With my guitar under my coat,
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I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis,
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Got a room at the YMCA,
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For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights,
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Just lookin' for a place to play,
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Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire,
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But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.

[Verse]
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Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis,
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I run outta money and luck,
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So I bummed me a ride down to Macon, Georgia,
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On a overloaded poultry truck,
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I thumbed on down to Panama City,
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Started pickin' out some of them all night bars,
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Hopin' I could make myself a dollar,
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Makin' music on my guitar,
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Got the same old story at them all night piers,
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There ain't no room around here for a guitar man

[Spoken]
N.C.
We don't need a guitar man, son

[Verse]
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So I slept in the hobo jungles,
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Roamed a thousand miles of track,
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Til I found myself in Mobile Alabama,
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In a club they call Big Jack's,
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A little four-piece band was jammin',
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So I took my guitar and I sat in,
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I showed 'em what a band would sound like,
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With a swingin' little guitar man.

[Spoken]
N.C.
Show 'em, son

[Chorus]
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If you ever take a trip down to the ocean,find yourself down around Mobile,
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Make it on out to a club called Jack's, If you got a little time to kill,
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Just follow that crowd of people,You'll wind up out on his dance floor,
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Diggin' the finest little five-piece group,Up and down the Gulf of Mexico,
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Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band, Well, wouldn't ya know,
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it's that swingin' little guitar man.