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May 6, 2017 · We don't need a guitar man, son [Verse] G7 So I slept in the hobo jungles, G7 Roamed a thousand miles of track, D7 Til I found myself in Mobile Alabama, D7 In a club they call Big Jack's, G7 A little four-piece band was jammin', G7 So I took my guitar and I sat in, E7 I showed 'em what a band would sound like, A7 With a swingin' little guitar ...
VERSE 1: D7 Well, I quit my job down at the car wash, Left my mama a goodbye note,By sundown I'd left Kingston, With my guitar under my coat, G7sus4 G7 I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, Got a room at the YMCA, D7 For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights, Just lookin' for a place to play, A7 Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire, G7 D7 G7 But nobody wanted to hire ...
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Started pickin' out some of them all night bars, D7 Hopin' I could make myself a dollar, Makin' music on my guitar, A7 Got the same old story at them all night piers, G7 D7 There ain't no room around here for a guitar man SPOKEN: We don't need a guitar man, son G7 So I slept in the hobo jungles, Roamed a thousand miles of track, D7 Til I found myself in Mobile Alabama, In a club they call Big ...
VERSE 1: D7 Well, I quit my job down at the car wash, Left my mama a goodbye note,By sundown I'd left Kingston, With my guitar under my coat, G7sus4 G7 I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, Got a room at the YMCA, D7 For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights, Just lookin' for a place to play, A7 Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire, G7 D7 G7 But nobody wanted to hire ...
Learn to play the chords for Guitar Man (Jerry Reed) on WeChords. Well, I quit my job down at the car wash, / Left my mama a goodbye note, / By sundown I'd left Kingston, / With my guitar under my coat, / I hitchhiked all the way
There a G7 in't no room around here for a guitar m D7 an. SPOKEN: We don't need a guitar man, son. G7 So I slept in the hobo jungles, Roamed a thousand miles of track, Til I fo D7 und myself in Mobile Alabama, In a club they call Big Jack's, A little G7 four-piece band was jammin', So I took my guitar and I sat in,
