Guitar Man
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Standard tuning.

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    Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
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    Left my mama a goodbye note,
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    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.

    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,
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    I showed 'em what a band would sound like,
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    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.