Guitar Man - Buddha Remastered - 2000

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 nightclubs
 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 checkin' 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
 'Til 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
 So 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
 Guitar man