Elvis Presley
Guitar Man

Key of C#
4/4 Time

Intro:

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               C#7
Well I quit my job down at the car wash

I left my momma a goodbye note

By sundown I’d left Kingston

With my guitar under my coat
              F#7
I hitch-hiked all the way down to Memphis

Got a room at the Y.M.C.A.
        C#7
For the next three weeks I went a hauntin’ them night clubs

Lookin’ for a place a play
       G#7
Well I thought my pickin’ would set ‘em on fire
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But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man


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                    C#7
Well I nearly ‘bout starved to death down in Memphis

I run outta money and luck

So I bummed me a ride down to Macon, Georgia

On a overloaded poultry truck
             F#7
I thumbed on down to Panama City

Started pickin’ out some of them all-night bars
C#7
Hopin’ I could make myself a dollar

Makin’ music on my guitar
          G#7
I got the same old story at them all night piers
      F#7(hold)
There ain’t no room around here for a guitar man


*spoken* We don’t need no guitar man, son


     F#7
So I slept in the hobo jungles

I bummed a thousand miles of track
      C#7
Til I found myself in Mobile, Alabama

In a club they call “Big Jack’s”
         F#7
A little four piece band was jammin’

So I took my guitar and I sat in
  D#7
I showed ‘em what a band would sound like
       G#7
with a swingin’ little guitar man


*spoken* Show ‘em son

Solo

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G#7 / F#7 /  C#7 / / /  C#7 F#7 G7 G#7


                      C#7
So if you ever take a trip down to the ocean

Find yourself down around Mobile

Well make it out to a club called “Jack’s”

If you got a little time to kill
     F#7
Just follow that crowd of people

You’ll wind up out on his dance floor
C#7
Diggin’ the finest little five piece group

Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
    G#7
And guess who’s leadin’ that five piece band
F#7(hold)
Wouldn’t you know it’s that swingin’ little guitar man

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      Yeah   Yeah            guitarman

Jam on the C#7 til fade out...