Lyrics Guitar Man - Bob Luman

Guitar Man

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
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
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