Video Karaoke Trouble / Guitar Man (Comeback Special '68) - Elvis Presley

Este tema es una versión de Trouble / Guitar Man (Comeback Special '68), que popularizó Elvis Presley

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Tempo: variable (alrededor de 111 BPM)

Tonalidad idéntica al original: DO, RE, MI

Duración: 03:23 - Escuchar en: 01:41

Fecha de publicación: 1968
Géneros: Rock & Roll, Rock, En inglés
Compositor original: Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller, Jerry Hubbard Reed

Todo el contenido de nuestro sitio web es reproducido íntegramente por nuestros músicos en el estudio. No utilizamos ninguna parte de las grabaciones originales ni hacemos uso de tecnología de separación de stems con IA de ninguna manera.

Letra Trouble / Guitar Man (Comeback Special '68)

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, oh
Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
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
And 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 man
So I slept in the hobo jungles
I 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
Hum hum, hum
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
Yeah, baby
Yes I'm
Alright

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