Guitar Man

Guitar Man

Track by Elvis Presley

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LYRICS
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 night clubs
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)

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