Elvis Presley - Guitar Man: аккорды для укулеле

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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
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I hitch-hiked all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the Y.M.C.A.
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For the next three weeks
I went a hauntin’ them night clubs
Lookin’ for a place a play
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Well I thought my pickin’ would set ‘em on fire
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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 bummed me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
On a overloaded poultry truck
I thumbed on down to Panama City
Started pickin’ out some of 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 no guitar man, son

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So I slept in the hobo jungles
I bummed a thousand miles of track
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Til I found myself in Mobile, Alabama
In a club they call “Big Jack’s”
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a little four piece band was jammin’
So I took my guitar and I sat in
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I showed ‘em what a band would sound like
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with a swingin’ little guitar man

Show ‘em son

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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
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Just follow that crowd of people
You’ll wind up out on his dance floor
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Diggin’ the finest little five piece group
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
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And guess who’s leadin’ that five piece band
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Wouldn’t you know it’s that swingin’
little guitar man

Yeah Yeah  guitarman