Karaoke Trouble/Guitar Man

If you're looking for trouble
You came to the right place
You're looking for trouble
You're looking right in my face
I was born standing up and talking back
My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
Because I'm evil
My middle name is Misery oh
Well I'm evil
So don't you mess around with me
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 down to Memphis got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks
I went huntin' them nights just 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 o' them all night bars
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar makin' music on my guitar
I got the same old story them all night piers you know there ain't no room around here for a guitar man
So I slept in the hobo a jungles
I roamed a thousand miles of track
Until 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!
And if you ever take a trip down to the ocean find yourself down around mobile
You make it on out to a club called Jack's if you got a little time to kill
I 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
Well guess who's leadin' that five piece band oh wouldn't you know that swingin' little guitar man

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