If you're looking for trouble, you came to the right place. If you're looking for trouble, just look right in my face. I was born standing up and talking back. My daddy was a green eyed man. Don't judge me cause I'm evil. My middle name is misery. Well, I'm evil. So don't you mess around with me. Well, I quit my job down at the car wash. I left my mama a goodbye note. By sundown, I left Kingston with my guitar and my coat. I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis. Got a room at the YMCA. For the next three weeks, I went on honeymoon nights. Well, I thought my picket would set them on fire. But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man. Well, I nearly bounced off the death town of Memphis. I ran out of money and luck. So they bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia. Overloaded horses. I bumped on down to Panama City. Started picking out some of them all night boys. I'm hoping I can make myself a dollar. Make a music on my guitar. I got the same old stories them all night peers. You know there ain't no room around here for a guitar man. So I slept in the hobo jungle. I roamed a thousand miles to try. Till I found myself in Mobile, Alabama. Had a club there called the Jacks. A little four piece band was jammin'. So I took my guitar and I set it in. I showed them what a band would sound like. Well, there's way to love a guitar man. Show them son. If you ever take a trip down to the ocean. Find yourself down in Mobile. Made an eye to a club called the Jacks. If you got enough time to kill. If you follow that crowd of people. You'll wind up right on his dead floor. Diggin' to find a little five piece groove. But now they go to Mexico. Guess who laid me that five piece. Well, what did you know? It's that swingin' little guitar man. Thank you.