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Guitar Man (吉他手) - Jerry Reed

Well I quit my job down at the car wash

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 YMCA

For the next three weeks I went hauntin＇ them nightclubs

Just lookin＇ for a place to play

Well 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 outta money and luck

So I bought me a ride down to Macon Georgia

On a overloaded poultry truck

I thumbed on down to Panama City

Started checkin＇ out some o＇ 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 a guitar man son

So I slept in the hobo jungles

Roamed a thousand miles of track

Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama

At 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

If you ever take a trip down to the ocean

Find yourself down around Mobile

Make it on out to a 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

Well wouldn＇t ya know it＇s that swingin＇ little guitar man