Medley: Trouble / Guitar Man - Live from the '68 Comeback Special

If you're looking for trouble
 You came to the right place
 If you're looking for trouble
 Just look right in my face
 I was born standing up
 And talking back
 My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
 Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
 Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
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 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
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 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
 You know, there ain't no room around here for a guitar man
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 And so I slept in the hobo jungles
 I 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
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 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