Elvis Presley — Guitar Man | караоке, мінус + текст пісні

Well, I quit my job down at the car wash. I left my mama a goodbye note. By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar on my coat. I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, got a room at the YMCA. And for the next three weeks, I went a-hunting them nights, I was looking for a place to play. Well, I thought my picking would set 'em on fire, but nobody wanted to hire a guitar man. Well, I nearly froze to death down in Memphis. I run out of money and luck. So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia, on an overloaded freight. I bummed on down to Panama City, started picking out some of them all-night bars. I'm hoping I can make myself a dollar making music on my guitar. I got the same old story at them all-night places, you know there ain't no room around here for a guitar man. And so I slept in the hobo jungle. I roamed a thousand miles a-cracking. Till I found myself in Mobile, Alabama, at a club they call Big Jack's. A little four-piece band was jamming, so I took my guitar and I slid in. I showed 'em what a band would sound like with the swinging of the guitar man. Show 'em, son. And if you ever take a trip down to the ocean, find yourself down in Mobile. Make it on out to a club called Jack's if you got a little time to kill. You'll find a crowd of people who will wind up out on his dance floor. They're digging the finest little five-piece group up and down they got from Mexico. They ask who leadin' that five-piece band. Well, wouldn't you know, it's that swinging of the guitar. Yeah, baby. Yeah, son. Oh, yeah.