Elvis Presley Guitar Man
Well I quit my job down at the car wash I left my mama a goodbye note. By sundown I'd left Kingston With my guitar under my coat. 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 haunting them night clubs Looking for a place to play. Well I thought my picking 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 out of money and luck. So I bummed me a ride down to Macon Georgia On a overloaded poultry truck. I Thumbed on down to Panama City Started pickin' out some of the all night bars Hopin' I can make myself a dollar Makin' music on my guitar. 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 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 jamming 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. If you ever take a trip down to the ocean Find yourself down around Mobile. Well make it on out to the 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. And guess who's leading that five piece band Why wouldn't you know It's that swinging little guitar man.
