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Songwriters JERRY REED HUBBARD
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash Left my mama a goodbye note By sundown I'd left Kingston With my guitar under my coat I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis Got a room at the YMCA For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights Just lookin' for a place to play Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis I ran outta money and luck So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia On a overloaded poultry truck I thumbed on down to Panama City Started pickin' out some o' 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 a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles Roamed a thousand miles of track Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama At a club they call Big Jack's A little four-piece band was jammin' So I took my guitar and I sat in I showed 'em what a band would sound like With a swingin' little guitar man Show 'em, son
If you 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 Just follow that crowd of people You'll wind up out on his dance floor Diggin' the finest little five piece group Up and down the Gulf of Mexico Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man ++++++++++++++++++++++++ I went and bought myself a ticket And I sat down in the very first row They pulled the curtain But then when they turned the spotlight way down low Little Egypt came out a-struttin' Wearin' nothin' but a button and a bow
Singing, ying-ying, ying-ying Ying-ying, ying-ying
She had a ruby on her tummy And a diamond big as Texas on her toe She let her hair down And she did the hoochie-coochie real slow When she did her special number on the zebra skin I thought she'd stop the show
Singing, ying-ying, ying-ying Ying-ying, ying-ying
She did her triple somersault and when she hit the ground She winked at the audience and then she turned around She had a picture of a cowboy tattooed on her spine Said, Phoenix, Arizona 1949
Yeah, but let me tell you people Little Egypt doesn't dance there anymore She's too busy mopping And a-takin' care of shopping at the store 'Cause we've got seven kids And all day long they crawl around the floor
Singing ying-ying, ying-ying Ying-ying, ying-ying
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