Elvis Presley - Guitar Man

Touch Of Platinum / 1998-02-24 1. After Loving You 2. All Shook Up 3. Are You Lonesome Tonight? 4. A Big Hunk o' Love 5. A Mess of Blues 6. Blowin' in the Wind 7. Blueberry Hill 8. Blue Moon 9. Bossa Nova, Baby 10. Can't Help Falling in Love 11. Don't Be Cruel 12. Fame and Fortune 13. Good Rockin' Tonight 14. Guitar Man 15. Heartbreak Hotel 16. His Hand in Mine 17. Hound Dog 18. How Great Thou Art 19. I'll Never Stand in Your Way 20. I'm Beginning to Forget You 21. I'm Coming Home 22. It's Now or Never 23. I Feel So Bad 24. I Got a Woman (I Got a Sweetie) 25. I Need Your Love Tonight 26. I Want You, I Need You, I Love You 27. Jailhouse Rock 28. Lawdy Miss Clawdy 29. Love Me Tender 30. Milky White Way 31. Mystery Train 32. Oh How I Love Jesus 33. Reconsider Baby 34. Return to Sender 35. Rip It Up 36. Something Blue 37. Stuck on You 38. Teddy Bear 39. Tennessee Waltz 40. That's All Right, Mama 41. When the Saints Go Marchin' In 42. You'll Never Walk Alone

Guitar Man

(Words & music by Hubbard)
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 my peers,
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 off 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.

The TV-special verse:

Well, I came a long way from the carwash,
Got to where I said I'd get
Now that I'm here I know for sure
I really ain't got there yet
Think I'll start all over
Swing my guitar over my back
I'm gonna get myself back on the track
I'll never, never ever look back
I'll never be more than what I am
Wouldn't you know
I' m a swinging little Guitar man