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Well I quit my job down at the carwash |
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I left my mama a goodbye note |
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By sundown |
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I'd left Kingston with my guitar under my coat |
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I hitchhiked all the way down to |
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Memphis got a room at the |
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YMCA For the next three weeks |
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I went a hountin' them night clubs |
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Lookin' for a place to play |
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Well I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire |
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But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man |
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Well I nearly bout starved to death down in |
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Memphis I run out of money and luck |
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So I bummed me a ride down to |
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Macon Georgia on a overloaded poultry truck |
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I thumbed on down to |
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Panama City started checkin' out some of them all night bars |
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Hopin' I can make myself a dollar makin' music on my guitar |
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Got the same old story at them all night piers |
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There ain't no room around here for a guitar man we don't need a guitar man son |
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So I slept in the hobo jungles |
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I bummed a thousand miles of track |
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Till I found myself in |
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Mobile Alabama in a club they call |
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Big Jack's |
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A little four piece band was jammin' so |
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I took my guitar and |
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I sat in I showed 'em what a band would sound like |
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With a swingin' little guitar man show 'em son [ ac.guitar ] |
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So if you ever take a trip down to the ocean find yourself down round |
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Mobile Well make it on out to the club called |
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Jack's if you got a little time to kill |
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Just follow that crowd of people you'll wind up out on his dance floor |
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Diggin' the finest little five piece group up and down the |
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Gulf of Mexico |
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And guess who's leadin' that five piece band |
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Why wouldn't you know it's that swingin' little guitar man yeah [ ac.guitar ] |
