guitar man

• elvis presley şarkısı;
  
  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,
  at a club they call big jack's,
  a little four-piece band was jammin',
  so i took my guitar and i sat in,
  i showed 'em what a band would sound like,
  with a swingin' little guitar man.
  show 'em, 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,
  diggin' the finest little five-piece group,
  up and down the gulf of mexico,
  guess who's leadin' that five-piece band,
  well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man.