Elvis Presley

Guitar Man

Elvis Presley

 Intro: 

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Well I quit my job down at the car wash

I left my momma a goodbye note

By sundown I’d left Kingston

With my guitar under my coat
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I hitch-hiked all the way down to Memphis

Got a room at the Y.M.C.A.
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For the next three weeks I went a hauntin’ them night clubs

Lookin’ for a place a play
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Well I thought my pickin’ would set 'em on fire
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But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man

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C#7
Well I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis

I run outta money and luck

So I bummed me a ride down to Macon, Georgia

On a overloaded poultry truck
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I thumbed on down to Panama City

Started pickin’ out some of them all-night bars
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Hopin’ I could make myself a dollar

Makin’ music on my guitar
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I got the same old story at them all night piers
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There ain’t no room around here for a guitar man

*spoken* We don’t need no guitar man, son

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So I slept in the hobo jungles

I bummed a thousand miles of track
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Til I found myself in Mobile, Alabama

In a club they call “Big Jack’s”
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A little four piece band was jammin’

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 swingin’ little guitar man

*spoken* Show 'em son

Solo

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G#7 / F#7 / C#7 / / / C#7 F#7 G7 G#7

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So if you ever take a trip down to the ocean

Find yourself down around Mobile

Well make it out to a club called “Jack’s”

If you got a little time to kill
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Just follow that crowd of people

You’ll wind up out on his dance floor
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Diggin’ the finest little five piece group

Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
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And guess who’s leadin’ that five piece band
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Wouldn’t you know it’s that swingin’ little guitar man

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Yeah Yeah guitarman

Jam on the C#7 til fade out...

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