Well I quit my job down at the carwash   Left my mother a goodbye note   By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat   Hitchiked all the way down to Memphis   Got a room at the YMCA   For the next three weeks went hunting at nights   Just looking for a place to play   Well I thought my picking would set them on fire   But nobody wanted to hire a guitarman      Well I nearly starved to death down in Memphis   I run out of money and luck   So I bummed me a ride down to Mecon, Georgia   On an overloaded poultry truck   Thumbed on down to Panama City   Started picking at some of them all night bars   Hoping I could make myself a dollar making music on my guitar   Got the same old story the moment I'd appear   There ain't room around here for a guitarman   Don't need a guitarman son      So I slept in the hobo jungles   I roamed thousand miles of track   Till I find myself in Mobile, Alabama   At a club they call Big Jacks   A little four piece band was jamming   So I took my guitar and I sat in   I showed em what a band would sound like   With a swinging little guitarman      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   Digging the finest little five piece group   Up and down the Gulf of Mexico   Guess who's leading that five piece band   Wouldn't you know it's that swinging little guitarman      "he was a degenerates degenerate"