Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
Guitar Man
Catedral
Popularity ยท Low
+
๐ฌ๐ง English ยท Original
0
0
YouTube
Searching YouTube...
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mamma 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 at hunt a the nights
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 pickin' out some o' them all night bars
Hoping I could make myself a dollar
Making 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
'Til 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
ย
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
Digging the finest little five-piece group
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
I guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
ย
Tell him what I say
Tell him what I say
Tell him what I say
Tell him what I say
Tell him what I say
Tell him what I say
One more time
Tell me one more time
Tell me one more time
One more time
That swingin' little guitar man
ย