Friday, May 20, 2011

Song Stuck In My Head This Week - 20th May '11 - Elvis Presley - Guitar Man

Exceptionally late, even by my standards, but I spent most of the week trying to find out where last week's blog went!!

There isn't much that people don't know about the man who was born into a regular family on 8th January 1935 and ended up being one of the biggest stars of all time. One thing you certainly don't know is that 'Guitar Man' is my favourite of all the songs he ever recorded.

Originally written and recorded by Jerry Reed in 1967, it was a minor hit for him as well as Elvis when he recorded his version of it shortly afterward. It was only a bigger hit for Elvis when it was re-mixed and re-released in 1981.

'Guitar Man' was also the opening song of Elvis's much renowned '68 Comeback Special, a wise choice in my opinion as the song is so irresistibly catchy that you can't help but be drawn in by it.

It's that catchy quality that makes it my favourite of all his songs. It's up-tempo, fun and I feel it shows Elvis at his natural best.

Hope you all enjoy it and I’ll catch you all in a day or two when I get back on track with these blogs!!!

Elvis Presley - Guitar Man

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

So I slept in the hobo jungles,
Roamed a thousand miles off 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.

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