Guitar Man

Guitar Man (吉他手) - Knightsbridge

Well I quit my job down at the car wash

And left my mama a goodbye note

By sundown I'd left Kingston

With my guitar up under my coat

Hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis

Got a room at the YMCA

For the next three weeks

I went a hauntin' them nightclubs

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 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 checkin' out some of

Them 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

Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama

In 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

So if you ever take a trip down to the ocean

Find yourself down 'round Mobile

Make it on out to

The club called Jack's

Till 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 leadin'

That five piece band

Why wouldn't you know

It's that swingin' little guitar man yeah