Bread - The guitar man

^GWho draws the crowd, ^Cwho plays so loud, Baby its the ^Dguitar man. ^GWho s gonna steal the show, ^Cyou know Baby its the ^Dguitar man,

He can ^Emmake you love, he can ^Cmake you cry He will ^Embring you down, then he ll ^Aget you high ^Cmaj7Something keeps him going, ^Bmmiles and miles a day To ^Amfind another place to ^Dplay.

^GNight after night, ^Cwho treats you right, Baby it s the ^Dguitar man ^GWho s on the radio, ^Cyou go listen To the ^Dguitar man

Then he ^Emcomes to town, and you ^Csee his face, And you ^Emthink you might like to ^Atake his place ^Cmaj7Something keeps him drifting, ^Bmmiles and miles away, ^AmSearching for the songs to ^Dplay.

Then you ^Amlisten to the ^Emusic and you ^C6like to sing a^Dlong, You ^Gwant to get the ^Dmeaning out of ^Emeach and every ^Esong Then you ^Amfind yourself a ^Emessage and some ^C6words to call your ^Down And take them ^Ehome.

He can ^Emmake you love, he can ^Cmake you cry He will ^Embring you down, then he ll ^Aget you high ^Cmaj7Something keeps him moving, but ^Bmno one seems to know ^AmWhat it is that makes him ^Dgo.

Then the ^Amlights begin to ^Eflicker and the ^C6sound is getting ^Ddim The ^Gvoice begins to ^Dfalter and the ^Emcrowds are getting ^Ethin But he ^Amnever seems to ^Enotice he s just ^C6got to find ^DAnother place to ^Eplay, Anyway got to ^Cplay, anyway got to ^Eplay. 4x