Artist: Elvis Presley
[VERSE 1]
Well I quit my [C#7]job down at the car wash
I left my momma[C#7] a goodbye note
By sundown I’d [C#7]left Kingston
With my guitar [C#7]under my coat
I hitch-hiked [F#7]all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at [F#7]the Y.M.C.A.
For the [C#7]next three weeks I went a hauntin’ them night clubs
Lookin’ [C#7]for a place a play
Well I [G#7]thought my pickin’ would set ‘em on fire
But [F#7]nobody wanted to hire a guitar [C#7]man
[VERSE 2]
Well I nearly ‘bout [C#7]starved to death down in Memphis
I run outta money an[C#7]d luck
So I bummed me a rid[C#7]e down to Macon, Georgia
On a overloaded poul[C#7]try truck
I thumbed on [F#7]down to Panama City
Started picki[F#7]n’ out some of them all-night bars
[C#7]Hopin’ I could make myself a dollar
[C#7]Makin’ music on my guitar
I got the [G#7]same old story at them all night piers
There [F#7]ain’t no room around here for a guitar man
[BRIDGE]
[N.C.]We don’t need no guitar man, son
[VERSE 3]
So I [F#7]slept in the hobo jungles
I bum[F#7]med a thousand miles of track
Til I [C#7]found myself in Mobile, Alabama
In a c[C#7]lub they call "Big Jack’s”
A little [F#7]four piece band was jammin’
So I took[F#7] my guitar and I sat in
I [D#7]showed ‘em what a band would sound like
with a [G#7]swingin’ little guitar man
[BRIDGE]
[N.C.]Show ‘em son
[SOLO]
C#7 / / / F#7 / / / C#7 / / / C#7
C#7 / / / C#7 / / / F#7 / / / C#7
G#7 / F#7 / C#7 / / / C#7 F#7 [G7] [G#7]
[VERSE 4]
So if you ever take a [C#7]trip down to the ocean
Find yourself down aro[C#7]und Mobile
Well make it out to a [C#7]club called "Jack’s”
If you got a little ti[C#7]me to kill
Just [F#7]follow that crowd of people
You’l[F#7]l wind up out on his dance floor
[C#7]Diggin’ the finest little five piece group
[C#7]Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
And [G#7]guess who’s leadin’ that five piece band
[F#7]Wouldn’t you know it’s that swingin’ little guitar man
[END]
[C#7] Yeah Yea[F#7]h gui[C#7]tarman [C#7]
Well I quit my [C#7]job down at the car wash
I left my momma[C#7] a goodbye note
By sundown I’d [C#7]left Kingston
With my guitar [C#7]under my coat
I hitch-hiked [F#7]all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at [F#7]the Y.M.C.A.
For the [C#7]next three weeks I went a hauntin’ them night clubs
Lookin’ [C#7]for a place a play
Well I [G#7]thought my pickin’ would set ‘em on fire
But [F#7]nobody wanted to hire a guitar [C#7]man
[VERSE 2]
Well I nearly ‘bout [C#7]starved to death down in Memphis
I run outta money an[C#7]d luck
So I bummed me a rid[C#7]e down to Macon, Georgia
On a overloaded poul[C#7]try truck
I thumbed on [F#7]down to Panama City
Started picki[F#7]n’ out some of them all-night bars
[C#7]Hopin’ I could make myself a dollar
[C#7]Makin’ music on my guitar
I got the [G#7]same old story at them all night piers
There [F#7]ain’t no room around here for a guitar man
[BRIDGE]
[N.C.]We don’t need no guitar man, son
[VERSE 3]
So I [F#7]slept in the hobo jungles
I bum[F#7]med a thousand miles of track
Til I [C#7]found myself in Mobile, Alabama
In a c[C#7]lub they call "Big Jack’s”
A little [F#7]four piece band was jammin’
So I took[F#7] my guitar and I sat in
I [D#7]showed ‘em what a band would sound like
with a [G#7]swingin’ little guitar man
[BRIDGE]
[N.C.]Show ‘em son
[SOLO]
C#7 / / / F#7 / / / C#7 / / / C#7
C#7 / / / C#7 / / / F#7 / / / C#7
G#7 / F#7 / C#7 / / / C#7 F#7 [G7] [G#7]
[VERSE 4]
So if you ever take a [C#7]trip down to the ocean
Find yourself down aro[C#7]und Mobile
Well make it out to a [C#7]club called "Jack’s”
If you got a little ti[C#7]me to kill
Just [F#7]follow that crowd of people
You’l[F#7]l wind up out on his dance floor
[C#7]Diggin’ the finest little five piece group
[C#7]Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
And [G#7]guess who’s leadin’ that five piece band
[F#7]Wouldn’t you know it’s that swingin’ little guitar man
[END]
[C#7] Yeah Yea[F#7]h gui[C#7]tarman [C#7]
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