Well  I quit my job down at the car wash    I left my mama a goodbye note.  By sundown I'd left Kingston  With my guitar under my coat.  I hitch-hiked all the way down to Memphis    Got a room at the Y.M.C.A.  For the next three weeks I went a haunting them night clubs    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 'bout starved to death down in Memphis    I run out of money and luck.  So  I bummed me a ride down to Macon  Georgia  On a overloaded poultry truck.  I Thumbed on down to Panama City  Started pickin' out some of the all night bars    Hopin' I can make myself a dollar    Makin' music on my guitar.  Got the same old story at them all night piers    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    I bummed a thousand miles of track    'til I found myself in Mobile  Alabama  In a club they call "Big Jack's".  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 swingin' little guitar man.  Show 'em  son.  If you ever take a trip down to the ocean  Find yourself down around Mobile.  Well  make it on out to the 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.  And guess who's leading that five piece band    Why wouldn't you know  It's that swinging little guitar man.