Letra de Guitar Man - Elvis Presley

Well, I quit my job down at the car wash

I 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 nightclubs

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 to 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 of 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 you know, it's that swinging little guitar man

Well, I came a long way from the car wash

Got to where I said I'd get

Now that I'm here I know for sure

I really have not got there yet

Think I'll start all over

Swing my guitar over my back

I'm going to get myself back on the track

I'll never, never ever look back

I'll never be more than what I am

Wouldn't you know

I'm a swinging little Guitar man

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