SongtexteTrouble/Guitar Man

Elvis Presley

Letzte Aktualisierung am: 20. September 2020

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 Oh don't you mess around with me 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 I 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 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 And 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

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