Tipo de gaita: Qualquer tipo Tom: qualquer GUITAR MAN JERRY REED Written By: JERRY REED VERSE 1: D7 -7b -7b -7b -7b -7b 6 6 6 6 4 Well, I quit my job down at the car wash, D7 4 5 -5 6 6 -5 -5 5 6 I left my Mama a goodbye note. D7 -7b -7b -7b -7b -7b 4 By sundown I'd left Kingston D7 5 -5 -5 6 6 6 4 4 4 with my guitar under my coat. G7sus4 G7 4 -7b -7b -7b -7b -7b 6 -5 5 4 I hitch-hiked all the way down to Memphis. G7 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 6 Got a room at the Y. M. C. A. D7 -7b -7b -7b -7b -7b For the next three weeks 6 -7b -7b -7b -7b -7b -7b 6 I went a haunting them night clubs, D7 6 6 6 6 6 4 4 looking for a place to play. A7 -7b -7b -7b -7b -7b -7b Well I thought my picking A7 6 -7b -7b -7b -7b would set 'em on fire G7 6 7 7 6 6 6 -5 but nobody wanted to G7 D7 G7 D7 5 4 4 5b 4 4 hire a Guitar Man. VERSE 2: -7b -6 -7b 6 -7b Well, I nearly 'bout........ starved to death down in Memphis I run out of 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 picking out some of them all night bars, Hoping I can make myself a dollar making music on my guitar. Got the same old story all them all night piers there ain't no room around here for a Guitar Man. 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 We don't need a Guitar Man, son. BRIDGE: G7 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -5 -5 5b 4 So I slept in the hobo jungles, G7 7 7 7 7 7 7 4 5b I bummed a thousand mies of track D7 6 6 -7b -7b -7b 6 -6 -7b -7b -7b -7b 6 'til I found myself in Mobile, Al - a - bam - a D7 6 6 6 6 6 6 4 in a club they call "Big Jack's." G7 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -5 -5 6 4 A little four piece band was jamming G7 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 5 -5 -5 6 4 so I took my guitar and I sat in- E7 4 -6 6 -6 6 -6 -6 -6 -6 I showed 'em what a band would sound like A7 -6 -6 -8 -8 -8 -8 -7 6 6 with a swinging little Guitar man. A7 6 6 6 Show 'em son. (Instrumental) VERSE 3: -7b -7b -7b -7b -7b -7b If you ev - er take a........ trip down to the ocean find yourself down around Mobile, Well make it on out to the club called Jack's if you got a little time to kill Just follow that crowd of people. You will wind up out on this dance floor, Digging the finest little five piece group up and down the Gulf Of Mexico. And guess who's leading that five piece band, why wouldn't you know it's that swinging little D7 G7 D7 Guitar Man.