Do not for save me oh my darling
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 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
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
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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
e the time and get it right