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
Hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks, I went huntin' them nightclubs
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
Checkin' out the 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
Much less I'll get to stael, man
So I slept in station wagon
A sleepin' bag in the back
'Til I found myself in Mobile, Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was a-jammin'
I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
With a swingin' little guitar man
Pick it
Play that guitar, 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
And that'd be me
I get it
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