Lyric Guitar Man - Elvis Presley

Lyric Song Guitar Man: Words yamp; music by Hubbard
WellI 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
WellI thought my pickin would set em on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man

WellI nearly bout starved to death down in Memphis
I run outta money and luck
So I bought me a ride down to MaconGeorgia
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 manson

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 emson

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
Wellwouldn t ya knowit s that swingin little guitar man

The TV special verse

WellI came a long way from the carwash
Got to where I said I d get
Now that I m here I know for sure
I really ain t got there yet
Think I ll start all over
Swing my guitar over my back
I m gonna get myself back on the track
I ll nevernever ever look back
I ll never be more than what I am
Wouldn t you know
I m a swinging little Guitar man