6 acessos
Tipo de gaita: Qualquer tipo
Tom: qualquer
GUITAR MAN
JERRY REED
Written By: JERRY REED
VERSE 1:
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Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
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I left my Mama a goodbye note.
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By sundown I'd left Kingston
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with my guitar under my coat.
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I hitch-hiked all the way down to Memphis.
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Got a room at the Y. M. C. A.
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For the next three weeks
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I went a haunting them night clubs,
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looking for a place to play.
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Well I thought my picking
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would set 'em on fire
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but nobody wanted to
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hire a Guitar Man.
VERSE 2:
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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 picking out some of them all night bars,
Hoping I can make myself a dollar
making music on my guitar.
Got the same old story all them all night piers
there ain't no room around here for a Guitar Man.
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We don't need a Guitar Man, son.
BRIDGE:
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So I slept in the hobo jungles,
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I bummed a thousand mies of track
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'til I found myself in Mobile, Al - a - bam - a
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in a club they call "Big Jack's."
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A little four piece band was jamming
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so I took my guitar and I sat in-
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I showed 'em what a band would sound like
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with a swinging little Guitar man.
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Show 'em son. (Instrumental)
VERSE 3:
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If you ev - er take a........
trip down to the ocean
find yourself down around Mobile,
Well 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 will wind up out on this dance floor,
Digging the finest little five piece group
up and down the Gulf Of Mexico.
And guess who's leading that five piece band,
why wouldn't you know it's that swinging little
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Guitar Man.