Lirik Trouble - Guitar Man - Elvis Presley
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If you're looking for troubleYou came to the right placeIf you're looking for troubleJust look right in my face
I was born standing upAnd talking backMy daddy was a green-eyed mountain jackBecause I'm evil, my middle name is miseryWell I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
I've never looked for troubleBut I've never ranI don't take no ordersFrom no kind of man
I'm only made outOf flesh, blood and boneBut if you're gonna start a rumbleDon't you try it on alone
Because I'm evil, my middle name is miseryWell I'm evil, so don't you mess around with meI'm evil, evil, evil, as can beI'm evil, evil, evil, as can be
So don't mess around don't mess around don't mess around with meI'm evil, I'm evil, evil, evilSo don't mess around, don't mess around with meI'm evil, I tell you I'm evilSo don't mess around with meYeah!
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.
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,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 manWe don't need a guitar man, son
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
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,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.
I was born standing upAnd talking backMy daddy was a green-eyed mountain jackBecause I'm evil, my middle name is miseryWell I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
I've never looked for troubleBut I've never ranI don't take no ordersFrom no kind of man
I'm only made outOf flesh, blood and boneBut if you're gonna start a rumbleDon't you try it on alone
Because I'm evil, my middle name is miseryWell I'm evil, so don't you mess around with meI'm evil, evil, evil, as can beI'm evil, evil, evil, as can be
So don't mess around don't mess around don't mess around with meI'm evil, I'm evil, evil, evilSo don't mess around, don't mess around with meI'm evil, I tell you I'm evilSo don't mess around with meYeah!
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.
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,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 manWe don't need a guitar man, son
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
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,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.
