Lyrics:

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 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,
well, Wouldn't Ya Know, It's That Swingin' Little Guitar Man.