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.