Guitar Man Chords by Elvis Presley
Tempo:
113.65 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
G#
A#
D#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#]
[G#] Well, I quit [C#] my job down at the car wash and left my mama a goodbye note.
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat.
I [F#] hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, got a room at the YMCA.
[C#] For the next three weeks I went hunting them nightclubs and looking for a place to play.
[G#] Well, I thought my picking was set on [F#] fire, but nobody wanted to hire a [C#] guitar man.
[F#] [G#] Well, I [C#] nearly bought straws to death down in Memphis.
I ran out of money and luck, so I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia on an overloaded poacher truck.
I [F#] thumbed on down to Panama [A#] City, started picking out some of them all-night bars.
[C#] I was hoping I could make myself a dollar making music on my guitar.
[G#] I got the same old story as them all-night [F#] peers.
There ain't no room around here for a [C#] guitar man.
We don't need a guitar man, son.
[F#] So I slept in the hobo jungles.
I roamed a thousand miles on crack [C#] until I found myself in Mobile, Alabama.
I had a club there called Big Jackson.
[F#] I knew a four-piece band was jamming, so I [A#] took my guitar and [F#] I set in.
[D#] I showed them what a band would sound like.
[G#] I was a swinging little guitar man.
Show them, [C#] son.
[F#] [C#m] [C#]
[F#]
[A#] [C#] [G#m]
[C#] [G]
[G#] [C#] If you ever take a trip down to the ocean, find yourself down around Mobile.
Make it on out to a club called Jackson if you got a little time to kill.
[F#] Just follow that crowd of people.
[A#] You'll wind up out on his dance floor.
[C#] Digging to find his little five-piece groove up and down the Gulf of Mexico.
[G#] Guess who's leading that five-piece [F#] band?
Wouldn't you know it's that swinging little [C#] guitar man.
Yeah, yeah.
[F#] [C#]
[F#] [C#]
[G#] [F#]
[G#] Well, I quit [C#] my job down at the car wash and left my mama a goodbye note.
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat.
I [F#] hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, got a room at the YMCA.
[C#] For the next three weeks I went hunting them nightclubs and looking for a place to play.
[G#] Well, I thought my picking was set on [F#] fire, but nobody wanted to hire a [C#] guitar man.
[F#] [G#] Well, I [C#] nearly bought straws to death down in Memphis.
I ran out of money and luck, so I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia on an overloaded poacher truck.
I [F#] thumbed on down to Panama [A#] City, started picking out some of them all-night bars.
[C#] I was hoping I could make myself a dollar making music on my guitar.
[G#] I got the same old story as them all-night [F#] peers.
There ain't no room around here for a [C#] guitar man.
We don't need a guitar man, son.
[F#] So I slept in the hobo jungles.
I roamed a thousand miles on crack [C#] until I found myself in Mobile, Alabama.
I had a club there called Big Jackson.
[F#] I knew a four-piece band was jamming, so I [A#] took my guitar and [F#] I set in.
[D#] I showed them what a band would sound like.
[G#] I was a swinging little guitar man.
Show them, [C#] son.
[F#] [C#m] [C#]
[F#]
[A#] [C#] [G#m]
[C#] [G]
[G#] [C#] If you ever take a trip down to the ocean, find yourself down around Mobile.
Make it on out to a club called Jackson if you got a little time to kill.
[F#] Just follow that crowd of people.
[A#] You'll wind up out on his dance floor.
[C#] Digging to find his little five-piece groove up and down the Gulf of Mexico.
[G#] Guess who's leading that five-piece [F#] band?
Wouldn't you know it's that swinging little [C#] guitar man.
Yeah, yeah.
[F#] [C#]
[F#] [C#]
[G#] [F#]
Key:
C#
F#
G#
A#
D#
C#
F#
G#
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ Well, I quit [C#] my job down at the car wash and left my mama a goodbye note.
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat.
I [F#] hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, got a room at the YMCA.
[C#] For the next three weeks I went hunting them nightclubs and looking for a place to play.
[G#] Well, I thought my picking was set on [F#] fire, but nobody wanted to hire a [C#] guitar man.
_ _ _ [F#] _ [G#] Well, I [C#] nearly bought straws to death down in Memphis.
I ran out of money and luck, so I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia on an overloaded poacher truck.
I [F#] thumbed on down to Panama [A#] City, started picking out some of them all-night bars.
[C#] I was hoping I could make myself a dollar making music on my guitar.
[G#] I got the same old story as them all-night [F#] peers.
There ain't no room around here for a [C#] guitar man.
We don't need a guitar man, son.
_ [F#] So I slept in the hobo jungles.
I roamed a thousand miles on crack [C#] until I found myself in Mobile, Alabama.
I had a club there called Big Jackson.
[F#] I knew a four-piece band was jamming, so I [A#] took my guitar and [F#] I set in.
[D#] I showed them what a band would sound like.
[G#] I was a swinging little guitar man.
Show them, [C#] son.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ [A#] _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
[G#] _ [C#] If you ever take a trip down to the ocean, find yourself down around Mobile.
Make it on out to a club called Jackson if you got a little time to kill.
[F#] Just follow that crowd of people.
[A#] You'll wind up out on his dance floor.
[C#] Digging to find his little five-piece groove up and down the Gulf of Mexico.
[G#] Guess who's leading that five-piece [F#] band?
Wouldn't you know it's that swinging little [C#] guitar man.
Yeah, yeah.
[F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ [G#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ Well, I quit [C#] my job down at the car wash and left my mama a goodbye note.
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat.
I [F#] hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, got a room at the YMCA.
[C#] For the next three weeks I went hunting them nightclubs and looking for a place to play.
[G#] Well, I thought my picking was set on [F#] fire, but nobody wanted to hire a [C#] guitar man.
_ _ _ [F#] _ [G#] Well, I [C#] nearly bought straws to death down in Memphis.
I ran out of money and luck, so I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia on an overloaded poacher truck.
I [F#] thumbed on down to Panama [A#] City, started picking out some of them all-night bars.
[C#] I was hoping I could make myself a dollar making music on my guitar.
[G#] I got the same old story as them all-night [F#] peers.
There ain't no room around here for a [C#] guitar man.
We don't need a guitar man, son.
_ [F#] So I slept in the hobo jungles.
I roamed a thousand miles on crack [C#] until I found myself in Mobile, Alabama.
I had a club there called Big Jackson.
[F#] I knew a four-piece band was jamming, so I [A#] took my guitar and [F#] I set in.
[D#] I showed them what a band would sound like.
[G#] I was a swinging little guitar man.
Show them, [C#] son.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ [A#] _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
[G#] _ [C#] If you ever take a trip down to the ocean, find yourself down around Mobile.
Make it on out to a club called Jackson if you got a little time to kill.
[F#] Just follow that crowd of people.
[A#] You'll wind up out on his dance floor.
[C#] Digging to find his little five-piece groove up and down the Gulf of Mexico.
[G#] Guess who's leading that five-piece [F#] band?
Wouldn't you know it's that swinging little [C#] guitar man.
Yeah, yeah.
[F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ [G#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _