[00:00.00] 作词 : Jerry Reed Hubbard
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jerry Reed Hubbard
[00:09.77]Well I quit my job down at the car wash
[00:12.34]Left my mama a goodbye note
[00:14.40]By sundown I‘d left kingston
[00:16.59]With my guitar under my coat
[00:18.77]I hitchhiked all the way down to memphis,
[00:20.90]Got a room at the ymca,
[00:22.46]
[00:23.15]For the next three weeks I went huntin them nights,
[00:25.72]Just lookin for a place to play
[00:27.65]Well, I thought my pickin would set em on fire
[00:29.90]But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.
[00:32.77]
[00:35.71]Well, I nearly bout starved to death down in memphis
[00:38.59]I run outta money and luck
[00:40.59]So I bought me a ride down to macon, georgia
[00:43.11]On a overloaded poultry truck
[00:45.08]I thumbed on down to panama city
[00:47.03]Started pickin out some o them all night bars
[00:49.40]Hopin I could make myself a dollar
[00:51.65]Makin music on my guitar
[00:53.09]
[00:53.72]I got the same old story at them all night piers
[00:56.15]There aint no room around here for a guitar man
[00:58.65]We don’t need a guitar man, son
[01:01.59]
[01:02.59]So I slept in the hobo jungles
[01:04.58]Roamed a thousand miles of track
[01:06.53]Till I found myself in mobile alabama
[01:09.02]At a club they call big jacks
[01:11.03]A little four-piece band was jammin
[01:12.96]So I took my guitar and I sat in
[01:15.21]I showed em what a band would sound like
[01:17.65]With a swingin little guitar man
[01:19.46]Show em son
[01:43.46]If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
[01:45.90]Find yourself down around mobile
[01:47.89]Make it on out to a club called jacks
[01:50.34]If you got a little time to kill
[01:52.27]Just follow that crowd of people
[01:54.08]You'll wind up out on his dance floor
[01:56.39]Diggin the finest little five-piece group
[01:59.08]Up and down the gulf of mexico
[02:01.02]Guess whos leadin that five-piece band
[02:03.46]Well, wouldnt ya know, its that swingin little guitar man
[02:06.89]Hey guitar man
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作词 : Jerry Reed Hubbard
作曲 : Jerry Reed 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 night piers
There aint 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 jacks
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 jacks
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 whos leadin that five-piece band
Well, wouldnt ya know, its that swingin little guitar man
Hey guitar man