Jerry Reed - Guitar Man Lyrics

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 hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the Y.M.C.A.
For the next three weeks I went a hountin' them night clubs
Lookin' for a place to play

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

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

So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed 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

Oh
Yeah

Well 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
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

Guess, who's leadin' that five piece band, honey?
Wouldn't you know? It's that guitar man yeah
Here we go

Alright
Yeah

I said, "Guess who's leadin' that five piece band?
Wouldn't you know? It's that little guitar man, son"