Guitar Man .... Elvis presley

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Well, I quit my job down at the car wash, Left my mama a goodbye note, By sundown I&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 huntin&them nights, Just lookin&for a place to play, Well, I thought my pickin&would set &on fire, But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man. Well, I nearly &starved to death down in Memphis, I run outta 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 pickin&out some o&them all night bars, Hopin&I could make myself a dollar, Makin&music on my guitar, I got the same old story at them all night piers, There ain&no room around here for a guitar man We don&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 jammin', So I took my guitar and I sat...

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