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Trouble / Guitar Man
Elvis Presley Lyrics


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 mountain jack
Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery

Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
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
But if you're gonna start a rumble

Don't you try it on alone
Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be
I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be

So don't mess around, don't mess around
Don't mess around with me
I'm evil, I'm evil, evil, evil
So don't mess around, don't mess around with me

I'm evil, I tell you I'm evil
So don't mess around with me
Yeah!

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BERNIE MARSDEN, DAVID COVERDALE

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SnakeGarbage

(Lyrics). 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 my peers
There ain't no room around here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles off 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.



Paul O'Neal

Well, I came a long way from the car wash
Got to where I said I'd get
Now that I'm here I know for sure
I really have not got there yet
Think I'll start all over
Swing my guitar over my back
I'm going to get myself back on the track
I'll never, never ever look back
I'll never be more than what I am
Wouldn't you know
I'm a swinging little guitar man



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TCB Productions

In a league all his own. There will never be another Elvis Presley.

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We will see

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ekunsa

There is no leauge for Elvis

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@Christopher Sansone not the same...

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Ronald De Guzman

What a showman. There's people who make great music. He made music great.

Charlie chaplin

The greatest performer and singer

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