Jerry Reed - Guitar man

Well, I quit my j^D7ob down at the car wash, ^D7Left my mama a goodbye note,By sundown I'd left Kingston, ^D7With my guitar under my coat, I hitchhiked a^G7sus4ll the way d^G7own to Memphis, ^G7Got a room at the YMCA, For the n^D7ext three weeks I went huntin' them nights, ^D7Just lookin' for a place to play, Well, I th^A7ought my pickin' would set 'em on fire, But no^G7body wanted to hire a guitar m^D7an. ^G7

Well, I nearly 'bout sta^D7rved to death down in Memphis, ^D7I run outta money and luck, ^D7So I bummed me a ride down to Macon, Georgia, ^D7On a overloaded poultry truck, I thumbed on^G7sus4 down to P^G7anama City, ^G7Started pickin' out some of them all night bars, ^D7Hopin' I could make myself a dollar, ^D7Makin' music on my guitar, Got the s^A7ame old story at them all night piers, There a^G7in't no room around here for a guitar m^D7an

N.C.

We don't need a guitar man, son [Verse] ^G7So I slept in the hobo jungles, ^G7Roamed a thousand miles of track, Til I fo^D7und myself in Mobile Alabama, ^D7In a club they call Big Jack's, A little ^G7four-piece band was jammin', ^G7So I took my guitar and I sat in, I s^E7howed 'em what a band would sound like, With a sw^A7ingin' little guitar man.

N.C.

Show 'em, son [Chorus] If you ever take a t^D7rip down to the ocean,find yourself down around Mobile, ^D7Make it on out to a club called Jack's, If you got a little time to kill, Just ^G7sus4follow that c^G7rowd of people,You'll wind up out on his dance floor, ^D7Diggin' the finest little five-piece group,Up and down the Gulf of Mexico, ^A7Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band, Well, wo^G7uldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar m^D7an. ^{G7 D7}