Lyrics

Well I quit my job down at the carwash I left my mama a goodbye note By sundown I'd left Kingston with my guitar under my coat Hitchhiked down to Memphis I got a room at the YMCA For the next three weeks I went a hountin' them night clubs Looking for a place to play Well I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man No they didn't hey hey hey keep a kyo yodel hoo hey hey sock it to son Well I nearly bout starved to death down in Memphis I run out of money and luck And I bummed me a ride down to Macon Georgia on a overloaded poultry truck Hitchhiked down to Panama City started checkin' out them all night bars Hopin' I could make myself a dollar makin' music on my guitar Well I thought my pickin' would set 'rm on fire But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man No they didn't hey hey hey keep a kyo yodel hoo hey hey hook it to son [ guitar ] So if you ever take a trip down to the ocean find yourself down round Mobile Just make it on out to the club called Jack's if you got a little time to kill You'll find that crowd of people out on this dance floor Diggin' the finest little five piece group up and down the Gulf of Mexico And wouldn't know who's leadin' that band Why wouldn't you know it's that swingin' little swingin' little guitar man Yes he is hey hey hey keep a kyo yodel hoo hey hey take it on out Guitar man guitar man guitar man guitar man Guitar man guitar man guitar man
Writer(s): Jerry Hubbard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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