Elvis - Guitar man - New CLIP Chords
Tempo:
116.95 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [A] Well, I quit [D] my job down at the car wash and left my mama a goodbye note.
By Sunday I'd left Kingston with my guitar under my coat.
I [G] hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, got a room at the YMCA.
[D] For the next three weeks I went hunting them knifes and looking for a place to play.
[A] Well, I thought my picking would set them on [G] fire, but nobody wanted to hire a [D] guitar man.
[A] Well, I [D] nearly bought starved to death down in Memphis.
I'd run out of money and luck, so I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia on an overloaded poultry truck.
I [G] thumbed on down to Panama City and started picking out some of them all-night bars.
[D] I was hoping I could make myself a dollar making music on my guitar.
[A] I got the same old story as them all-night [G] kids.
There ain't no room around [D] here for a guitar man.
We don't need a guitar man, son.
[G] So I slept in the hobo jungles.
I roamed a thousand miles a track,
[D] till I found myself in Mobile, Alabama.
I had a club there called Big Jack's.
[G] A little four-piece band was jamming, so I took my guitar and I set in.
[E] I showed them what a band would sound like.
[A] I was a swinging little guitar man.
Show [D] them, son,
[A] [D]
[G]
[A] [D] [A]
[D]
[A] if you [D] 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.
[G] Just follow that crowd of people, you'll wind up out on his dance floor.
[D] I'm digging to find this little five-piece group up and down the Gulf of Mexico.
[A] Now guess who's leading that five-piece [G] band?
Wouldn't you know it's that swinging little [D] guitar man.
Yeah, [A] yeah.
[D]
[G] [D]
[A]
By Sunday I'd left Kingston with my guitar under my coat.
I [G] hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, got a room at the YMCA.
[D] For the next three weeks I went hunting them knifes and looking for a place to play.
[A] Well, I thought my picking would set them on [G] fire, but nobody wanted to hire a [D] guitar man.
[A] Well, I [D] nearly bought starved to death down in Memphis.
I'd run out of money and luck, so I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia on an overloaded poultry truck.
I [G] thumbed on down to Panama City and started picking out some of them all-night bars.
[D] I was hoping I could make myself a dollar making music on my guitar.
[A] I got the same old story as them all-night [G] kids.
There ain't no room around [D] here for a guitar man.
We don't need a guitar man, son.
[G] So I slept in the hobo jungles.
I roamed a thousand miles a track,
[D] till I found myself in Mobile, Alabama.
I had a club there called Big Jack's.
[G] A little four-piece band was jamming, so I took my guitar and I set in.
[E] I showed them what a band would sound like.
[A] I was a swinging little guitar man.
Show [D] them, son,
[A] [D]
[G]
[A] [D] [A]
[D]
[A] if you [D] 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.
[G] Just follow that crowd of people, you'll wind up out on his dance floor.
[D] I'm digging to find this little five-piece group up and down the Gulf of Mexico.
[A] Now guess who's leading that five-piece [G] band?
Wouldn't you know it's that swinging little [D] guitar man.
Yeah, [A] yeah.
[D]
[G] [D]
[A]
Key:
D
A
G
E
D
A
G
E
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_ _ [G] _ [A] _ Well, I quit [D] my job down at the car wash and left my mama a goodbye note.
By Sunday I'd left Kingston with my guitar under my coat.
I [G] hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, got a room at the YMCA.
[D] For the next three weeks I went hunting them knifes and looking for a place to play.
[A] Well, I thought my picking would set them on [G] fire, but nobody wanted to hire a [D] guitar man.
_ _ _ _ [A] Well, I [D] nearly bought starved to death down in Memphis.
I'd run out of money and luck, so I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia on an overloaded poultry truck.
I [G] thumbed on down to Panama City and started picking out some of them all-night bars.
[D] I was hoping I could make myself a dollar making music on my guitar.
[A] I got the same old story as them all-night [G] kids.
There ain't no room around [D] here for a guitar man.
We don't need a guitar man, son.
_ [G] So I slept in the hobo jungles.
I roamed a thousand miles a track,
[D] till I found myself in Mobile, Alabama.
I had a club there called Big Jack's.
[G] A little four-piece band was jamming, so I took my guitar and I set in.
[E] I showed them what a band would sound like.
[A] I was a swinging little guitar man.
Show [D] them, son, _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] if you [D] 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.
[G] Just follow that crowd of people, you'll wind up out on his dance floor.
[D] I'm digging to find this little five-piece group up and down the Gulf of Mexico.
[A] Now guess who's leading that five-piece [G] band?
Wouldn't you know it's that swinging little [D] guitar man.
Yeah, [A] yeah. _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [A] _ Well, I quit [D] my job down at the car wash and left my mama a goodbye note.
By Sunday I'd left Kingston with my guitar under my coat.
I [G] hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, got a room at the YMCA.
[D] For the next three weeks I went hunting them knifes and looking for a place to play.
[A] Well, I thought my picking would set them on [G] fire, but nobody wanted to hire a [D] guitar man.
_ _ _ _ [A] Well, I [D] nearly bought starved to death down in Memphis.
I'd run out of money and luck, so I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia on an overloaded poultry truck.
I [G] thumbed on down to Panama City and started picking out some of them all-night bars.
[D] I was hoping I could make myself a dollar making music on my guitar.
[A] I got the same old story as them all-night [G] kids.
There ain't no room around [D] here for a guitar man.
We don't need a guitar man, son.
_ [G] So I slept in the hobo jungles.
I roamed a thousand miles a track,
[D] till I found myself in Mobile, Alabama.
I had a club there called Big Jack's.
[G] A little four-piece band was jamming, so I took my guitar and I set in.
[E] I showed them what a band would sound like.
[A] I was a swinging little guitar man.
Show [D] them, son, _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] if you [D] 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.
[G] Just follow that crowd of people, you'll wind up out on his dance floor.
[D] I'm digging to find this little five-piece group up and down the Gulf of Mexico.
[A] Now guess who's leading that five-piece [G] band?
Wouldn't you know it's that swinging little [D] guitar man.
Yeah, [A] yeah. _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _