Jesus And Mary Chain - Guitarman Lyrics
Well I quit my job down at the carwashLeft my mother a goodbye noteBy sundown I left kingston with my guitar under my coatHitchiked all the way down to memphisGot a room at the ymcaFor the next three weeks went hunting at nightsJust looking for a place to playWell I thought my picking would set them on fireBut nobody wanted to hire a guitarmanWell I nearly starved to death down in memphisI run out of money and luckSo I bummed me a ride down to mecon, georgiaOn an overloaded poultry truckThumbed on down to panama cityStarted picking at some of them all night barsHoping I could make myself a dollar making music on my guitarGot the same old story the moment Id appearThere aint room around here for a guitarmanDont need a guitarman sonSo I slept in the hobo junglesI roamed thousand miles of trackTill I find myself in mobile, alabamaAt a club they call big jacksA little four piece band was jammingSo I took my guitar and I sat inI showed em what a band would sound likeWith a swinging little guitarmanShow em sonIf you ever take a trip down to the oceanFind yourself down around mobileMake it on out to a club called jacksIf you got a little time to killJust follow that crowd of peopleYoull wind up out on his dance floorDigging the finest little five piece groupUp and down the gulf of mexicoGuess whos leading that five piece bandWouldnt you know its that swinging little guitarmanHe was a degenerates degenerate
