Elvis Presley – Guitar Man (Guitar)

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Well I quit my job down at the car wash 

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I left my momma a goodbye note 

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By sundown I’d left Kingston 

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With my guitar under my coat 

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I hitch-hiked all the way down to Memphis 

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Got a room at the Y.M.C.A. 

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For the next three weeks I went a hauntin’ them night clubs 

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Lookin’ for a place a 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 Memphis 

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I run outta money and luck 

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So I bummed me a ride down to Macon, Georgia 

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On a overloaded poultry truck 

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I thumbed on down to Panama City 

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Started pickin’ out some of them all-night bars 

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Hopin’ I could make myself a dollar 

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Makin’ music on my guitar 

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I 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 

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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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Til I found myself in Mobile, Alabama 

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In a club they call “Big Jack’s” 

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A little four piece band was jammin’ 

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So I took my guitar and I sat in 

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I showed ‘em what a band would sound like 

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with a swingin’ little guitar man 

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So if you ever take a trip down to the ocean 

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Find yourself down around Mobile 

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Well make it out to a club called “Jack’s” 

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If you got a little time to kill 

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Just follow that crowd of people 

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You’ll wind up out on his dance floor 

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Diggin’ the finest little five piece group 

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Up and down the Gulf of Mexico 

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And guess who’s leadin’ that five piece band 

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Wouldn’t you know it’s that swingin’ little guitar man 

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      Yeah   Yeah            guitarman