C#7 Well I quit my job down at the car wash C#7 I left my momma a goodbye note C#7 By sundown I’d left Kingston C#7 With my guitar under my coat F#7 I hitch-hiked all the way down to Memphis F#7 Got a room at the Y.M.C.A. C#7 For the next three weeks I went a hauntin’ them night clubs C#7 Lookin’ for a place a play G#7 Well I thought my pickin’ would set ‘em on fire F#7 C#7 But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man C#7 Well I nearly ‘bout starved to death down in Memphis C#7 I run outta money and luck C#7 So I bummed me a ride down to Macon, Georgia C#7 On a overloaded poultry truck F#7 I thumbed on down to Panama City F#7 Started pickin’ out some of them all-night bars C#7 Hopin’ I could make myself a dollar C#7 Makin’ music on my guitar G#7 I got the same old story at them all night piers F#7 There ain’t no room around here for a guitar man We don’t need no guitar man, son F#7 So I slept in the hobo jungles F#7 I bummed a thousand miles of track C#7 Til I found myself in Mobile, Alabama C#7 In a club they call “Big Jack’s” F#7 A little four piece band was jammin’ F#7 So I took my guitar and I sat in D#7 I showed ‘em what a band would sound like G#7 with a swingin’ little guitar man Show ‘em son C#7 / / / F#7 / / / C#7 / / / C#7 C#7 / / / C#7 / / / F#7 / / / C#7 G#7 / F#7 / C#7 / / / C#7 F#7 G7 G#7 C#7 So if you ever take a trip down to the ocean C#7 Find yourself down around Mobile C#7 Well make it out to a club called “Jack’s” C#7 If you got a little time to kill F#7 Just follow that crowd of people F#7 You’ll wind up out on his dance floor C#7 Diggin’ the finest little five piece group C#7 Up and down the Gulf of Mexico G#7 And guess who’s leadin’ that five piece band F#7 Wouldn’t you know it’s that swingin’ little guitar man C#7 F#7 C#7 C#7 Yeah Yeah guitarman
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