(Words & music by 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 run 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.
The TV-special verse:
Well, I came a long way from the carwash,
Got to where I said I'd get
Now that I'm here I know for sure
I really ain't got there yet
Think I'll start all over
Swing my guitar over my back
I'm gonna get myself back on the track
I'll never, never ever look back
Chorus:
Ga ga! Crazy foolish, for wanting you,
Stupid cupid, he's a drag, he's not like you!
People say that it's insane, we learn to feel the pain.
And it hurts it so, hurts and it hurts.
I don't want emotional hassle, I just want another bit of the apple.
Dar thoughts need satisfaction, we're gonna crash, let's make it happen.
Chorus
People say that it's insane, we always go for pain.
And it hurts, yes it hurts, let it hurt.
This will never be over, you will always be mine.
You've gotta feed my hunger, I am ready to dine.
Chorus x 3
And it hurts, and it hurts, let it hurt...
And it hurts, and we hurt, let it hurt...
And it hurts, and it hurts, let it hurt...