Introduction to “Guitar Man” by Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley, the “King of Rock and Roll,” is a name synonymous with music history. His iconic voice, charismatic stage presence, and revolutionary blend of genres have left an indelible mark on popular culture. Among his vast discography, “Guitar Man” stands out as a testament to his versatility and enduring appeal.
Background
Released in 1962 as part of his soundtrack album for the film “Follow That Dream,” “Guitar Man” is a lively and upbeat rock and roll number that showcases Presley’s energetic vocal style and the infectious rhythm of his guitar playing.
The song’s playful lyrics and catchy melody make it a timeless classic that continues to resonate with audiences of all ages.
At the heart of “Guitar Man” is the celebration of the power and joy of music, particularly the guitar. Presley’s vocals are full of exuberance as he sings about the thrill of playing and the camaraderie of fellow musicians.
‘The song’s infectious energy is further enhanced by the driving rhythm section and the lively guitar solos.
The lyrics of “Guitar Man” are filled with vivid imagery and playful wordplay. Presley sings about the guitar as a “talking machine,” capable of expressing emotions and telling stories.
He also paints a picture of a lively music scene, filled with talented musicians and passionate fans.
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Lyircs
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Well, I quit my job down at the car washLeft my mama a goodbye noteBy sundown I’d left KingstonWith my guitar under my coatI hitchhiked all the way down to MemphisGot a room at the YMCAFor the next three weeks I went huntin’ them nightsJust lookin’ for a place to playWell, I thought my pickin’ would set ’em on fireBut nobody wanted to hire a guitar manWell, I nearly ’bout starved to death down in MemphisI run outta money and luckSo I bought me a ride down to Macon, GeorgiaOn a overloaded poultry truckI thumbed on down to Panama CityStarted pickin’ out some o’ them all night barsHopin’ I could make myself a dollarMakin’ music on my guitarI got the same old story at them all night piersThere ain’t no room around here for a guitar manWe don’t need a guitar man, sonSo I slept in the hobo junglesRoamed a thousand miles of trackTill I found myself in Mobile AlabamaAt a club they call Big Jack’sA little four-piece band was jammin’So I took my guitar and I sat inI showed ’em what a band would sound likeWith a swingin’ little guitar manShow ’em, son