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C#7 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 F#7 I hitch-hiked all the way down to Memphis Got a room at the Y.M.C.A. C#7 For the next three weeks I went a hauntin’ them night clubs 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 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 I thumbed on down to Panama City Started pickin’ out some of them all-night bars Hopin’ I could 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 no guitar man, son F#7 So I slept in the hobo jungles I bummed a thousand miles of track C#7 Til I found myself in Mobile, Alabama In a club they call “Big Jack’s F#7 a little four piece band was jammin 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 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 F#7 Just follow that crowd of people You’ll wind up out on his dance floor C#7 Diggin’ the finest little five piece group 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 Yeah Yeah guitarman
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