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