INTRO: [D7] [/D/G/G#/A open]

VERSE 1:
Well, I quit my [D7] 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 [G7] all the way down to Memphis, got a room at the Y.M.C.A.
For the [D7] next three weeks I went huntin' them nights, just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I [A7] thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire, but [G7 open] nobody wanted to hire a guitar man

BREAK: [D7] [/D/G/G#/A open]

VERSE 2:
Well, I nearly 'bout [D7] 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 [G7] down to Panama City, started pickin' out some o' them all night bars
[D7] Hopin' I could make myself a dollar, makin' music on my guitar
I got the [A7] same old story at them all my peers, there [G7 open] ain't no room around here for a guitar man [D7]

BREAK: [D7]

BRIDGE:
So I [G7] slept in the hobo jungles, I roamed a thousand miles off track
Till I [D7] found myself in Mobile Alabama, at a club they call Big Jack's
A little [G7] four-piece band was jammin', so I took my guitar and I sat in
I [E7] showed 'em what a band would sound like, with a [A7] swingin' little guitar man (show 'em, son)

BREAK: [D7] [G7] [D7] [N.C.]

INSTRUMENTAL:
[D7] [G7] [D7] ^[A7] ^[G7] [D7]

VERSE 3:
If you ever [D7] take a trip down to the ocean, find yourself down around Mobile
Make it on out to a club called Jack's, if you got a little time to kill,
Just [G7] follow that crowd of people, you'll wind up out on his dance floor
[D7] Diggin' the finest little five-piece group, up and down the Gulf of Mexico
[A7] Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band, well [G7 open] wouldn't ya know it's that swingin' little guitar man [D7]

BREAK: [D7] [G7] [D7] [N.C.]

INSTRUMENTAL:
[D7] [G7] [D7] ^[A7] ^[G7] [D7]