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Trouble - Guitar Man
Elvis Presley
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C7
F7
G7
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D7
A7
E7
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B7
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“Trouble/Guitar Man” Intro to the ’68 Comeback Special (second half of “Trouble” not in the original)
[Verse 1]
C F C
If you're looking for trouble
You came to the right place
If you're looking for trouble
Take a look right at my face
I was born standing up
And talking back
[Chorus 1]
N.C. C C7
My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
'Cause I'm evil, my middle name is misery
Well, I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
[Verse 2]
I've never looked for trouble
But I've never ran
I don't take no orders
From no kind of man
I'm only made out
Of flesh, blood and bone
[Chorus 2]
N.C. C C7
But if you're gonna start a rumble, Don't you try it all alone
Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery, whoa
Well, I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
[Interlude] (transition)
C D A A A A
[Verse 3]
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
[Interlude]
D G G A A
[Chorus 3]
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
D7
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
[Interlude]
G C D
[Verse 4]
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
[Interlude]
D F C D F C D E7 E E E E B7
[Outro]
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
E7
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