Guitar Man(Buddha Remastered - 2000) - Jerry Reed

作词：Jerry Hubbard

作曲：Jerry Hubbard

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

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

so 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