Guitar Man
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 huntin' them nights, Just lookin' for a place to play, Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire, But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.
Well, I nearly 'bout 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'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,
Die Texte der Lieder. Тексты песен - На сайте свыше 500 текстов песен.
|