Well I quit my job down
at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all the way
down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks
I went hunting them nights
Just looking for a place to play
Well I thought my picking
would set them on fire
But nobody wanted to
hire a guitar man
Well I nearly about
starved to death down in Memphis
I run out of money and luck
So I bought me a ride down
to Macon Georgia
On a overloaded poultry truck
I thumbed on down to Panama City
Started picking out
some of them all night bars
Hoping I could
make myself a dollar
Making music on my guitar
I got the same old story
at them all night piers
There ain't no room around here
for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles off track
Till I found myself
in Mobile Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band
was jamming
So I took my guitar
and I sat in
I showed them what a band
would sound like
With a swinging little guitar man
Show them son
If you ever take a trip
down to the ocean
Find yourself down around Mobile
Make it on out to
a club called Jack's
If you got a little time to kill
Just follow that crowd of people
You'll wind up out
on his dance floor
Digging the finest
little five-piece group
Up and down
the Gulf of Mexico
Guess who's leading
that five-piece band
Well wouldn't ya know
it's that swinging little guitar man