Guitar Man

	  		
verse 1 
        E                 A         E 
Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down 
                               B 
Still taste the whiskey, still fresh on my mouth 
E                  A           E 
Hot cup of coffee, smoke in my hand 
                               B      E 
Another day in the life of the guitar man 
         A E 
La de da 

verse 2 
                                      A             E 
Well last night was a good night as I reached in my jeans 
                        B 
Crumpled up ones, a few tens in between 
      E                           A          E 
And a red head named Annie, she's still fast asleep 
                                B             E 
Made me make her a promise, she knows I can't keep 
         A E 
La de da 

verse 3 
                              A         E 
Time to fire up that two tone bucket of rust 
                                B 
Throw my amp and my case in the back of my truck 
E                              A              E 
Breathing my freedom, with the windows rolled down 
                         B             E 
Forty-six miles till the next nameless town 
         A E 
La de da 

verse 4 
                                      A           E 
Well, the place is still empty when I walk in the door 
                               B 
Stench from the beer, spilling up through the floor 
        E                      A         E 
Give an eye to sweet Lisa, she mixes the drinks 
                                   B            E 
Life's been hard on her, but she's been good to me 
         A E 
La de da 

verse 5 
E                            A           E 
Off in the shadows, stands a stool and a stage 
            E                   B 
Where many souls before me were put on display 
  E                             A             E 
I take one last breath, time to pay some more dues 
                                 B              E 
That won't add up to nothing but tips and cheap booze 

                                         A           E 
Yeah, the fruits of my labor is when the crowd sings along 
                            B 
Nothing short of a savior I go home alone 
       E               A              E 
I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mike-stand 
E 
I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low 
        B      E   A E 
I'm the guitar man 


verse 6  
                                              A           E 
Well they'll ask for more love songs and I'll play with a smile 
                        B 
To help them hold on or forget for a while 
         E                           A               E 
They can fill up that jukebox with a week's worth of pay 
                                     B                E    A E 
But it can't fill their happy and it can't fill their pain 

verse 7  
                        A     E 
No drums, no pianos, no sweet harmonies 
                            B 
It's all in a song and it's all on me 
      E                         A             E 
Won't find nothing fancy I'm a tired one man band 
                             B      E 
I'm the picking and grinning guitar man 

                                         A           E 
Yeah, the fruits of my labor is when the crowd sings along 
                            B 
Nothing short of a savior I go home alone 
       E               A              E 
I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mike-stand 
E 
I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low 
        B      E   A E B E A E B E 
I'm the guitar man
 

verse 8  
                                     A           E 
Well I had me a pretty baby, thought she was the one 
                              B 
But she soon grew tired, this love on the run 
E                          A           E 
Said she felt second, told me I had to choose 
                          B              E   A E 
She's back in Georgia and I'm there with you 

verse 9 
                            A           E 
The end of the night, we'll all be best friends 
                           B 
Then strangers till I roll through town again 
     E                           A         E 
I'll yell out hey Lisa something cold in a can 
                         B      E 
One for the road for the guitar man 
 
                                         A           E 
Yeah, the fruits of my labor is when the crowd sings along 
                            B 
Nothing short of a savior, still I go home alone 
       E               A              E 
I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mike-stand 
E 
I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low 
        B      E 
I'm the guitar man 
E                                             B         E   A E 
I'll play em fast, I'll play em slow, I'm the guitar... man 
E   B E A E B E 
Yeah