Key of C# 
4/4 Time 
 
Intro: 
 

    
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               C#7 
Well I quit my job down at the car wash 
 
I left my momma a goodbye note 
 
By sundown I’d left Kingston 
 
With my guitar under my coat 
              F#7 
I hitch-hiked all the way down to Memphis 
 
Got a room at the Y.M.C.A. 
        C#7 
For the next three weeks I went a hauntin’ them night clubs 
 
Lookin’ for a place a play 
       G#7 
Well I thought my pickin’ would set ‘em on fire 
    F#7(hold)                      C#7 
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man 
 
 

    
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                    C#7 
Well I nearly ‘bout starved to death down in Memphis 
 
I run outta money and luck 
 
So I bummed me a ride down to Macon, Georgia 
 
On a overloaded poultry truck 
             F#7 
I thumbed on down to Panama City 
 
Started pickin’ out some of them all-night bars 
C#7 
Hopin’ I could make myself a dollar 
 
Makin’ music on my guitar 
          G#7 
I got the same old story at them all night piers 
      F#7(hold) 
There ain’t no room around here for a guitar man 
 
 
*spoken* We don’t need no guitar man, son 
 
 
     F#7 
So I slept in the hobo jungles 
 
I bummed a thousand miles of track 
      C#7 
Til I found myself in Mobile, Alabama 
 
In a club they call “Big Jack’s” 
         F#7 
A little four piece band was jammin’ 
 
So I took my guitar and I sat in 
  D#7 
I showed ‘em what a band would sound like 
       G#7 
with a swingin’ little guitar man 
 
 
*spoken* 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 
 
 
                      C#7 
So if you ever take a trip down to the ocean 
 
Find yourself down around Mobile 
 
Well make it out to a club called “Jack’s” 
 
If you got a little time to kill 
     F#7 
Just follow that crowd of people 
 
You’ll wind up out on his dance floor 
C#7 
Diggin’ the finest little five piece group 
 
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico 
    G#7 
And guess who’s leadin’ that five piece band 
F#7(hold) 
Wouldn’t you know it’s that swingin’ little guitar man 
 
C#7  /  /  /    F#7  /  /  /    C#7  /  /  /    C#7 
      Yeah   Yeah            guitarman 
 
Jam on the C#7 til fade out...