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 They judge me cause I'm evil My middle name is misery Well, I'm evil Oh, 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 Kingsland With my guitar and my coat I hijacked all the way down to Memphis Got a room at the YMCA For the next three weeks, I went hunting them nights I was looking for a place to stay Well, I thought my picket would set them on fire But nobody wanted to hire a guitarist Well, I nearly bounced off the death down in Memphis I ran out of money and luck So they bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia On an overloaded Ford I bumped on down to Panama City Started picking out some of them all-night boys I hoped that I could make myself a dollar Make a music on my guitar I got the same oars to let them all-nighters You know there ain't no room around here for a guitar man So I slept in a hobo jumper I rode a thousand miles to try Till I found myself a Mobile, Alabama Had a club there called Big Jack's 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, with a swingin' little guitar man Show them, son If you ever take a trip down to the ocean Find yourself that automobile Made an eye to a club called Jack's If you got enough time to kill And 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're goin' to Mexico Guess who lived in that five-piece band Well, wouldn't you know It's that swingin' little guitar Thank you