Guitar Man [Remix]

Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I had 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 night clubs
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 of 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 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
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
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 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
Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band
Wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man

Yay, yay

Baby, what I say (What I say)
Baby, what I say now (Baby, what I say)
Baby, what I say (Baby, what I say)
Baby, what I say (What I say)
Baby, what I say now
Swingin' little guitar man

Baby, one more time (One more time)
Baby, one more time (One more time)
One more time (One more time)
Yeah, one more time (Baby, one more time)
Baby, what I say
Swingin' little guitar man

Baby, one more time (One more time)
Baby, one more time (One more time)
One more time (One more time)
Yeah, one more time (Baby, one more time)