Guitar Man Karaoke - Jerry Reed

This title is a cover of Guitar Man as made famous by Jerry Reed

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Tempo: variable (around 104 BPM)

In the same key as the original: D♭

Duration: 02:33 - Preview at: 00:57

Release date: 1967
Genres: Rock & Roll, In English
Original songwriter: Jerry Hubbard Reed

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Lyrics Guitar Man

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 a-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-a 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 checkin' out some of them all night bars
Hopin' I could make-a 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
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
Yeah
So if you ever take a trip down to the ocean
Find yourself down around Mobile
Oh 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 a-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
Yeah hey
Guitar man
Ha ha ha

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