Trouble / Guitar Man (Live)

[Verse 1] C F C If you're looking for trouble G C You came to the right place F C If you're looking for trouble G C Take a look right at my face F C I was born standing up G C And talking back [Chorus 1] C C7 My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack F7 F C C7 'Cause I'm evil, my middle name is misery G7 F7 F C Well, I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me [Verse 2] F C I've never looked for trouble G C But I've never ran F C I don't take no orders G C From no kind of man F C I'm only made out G C Of flesh, blood and bone [Chorus 2] C C7 But if you're gonna start a rumble, Don't you try it all alone F7 F C C7 Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery, whoa G7 F7 F C Well, I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me (Interlude)(transition) C D A A A A [Verse 3] D 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 G G7 I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, Got a room at the YMCA D7 For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights, Just lookin' for a place to play A7 G7 Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire, But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man Interlude D G G A A [Chorus 3] D Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis, I run outta money and luck D7 So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia, On a overloaded poultry truck G I thumbed on down to Panama City, Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars D7 Hopin' I could make myself a dollar, Makin' music on my guitar A7 G I got the same old story at them all night piers, There ain't no room around here for a D guitar man Interlude G C D [Verse 4] G G7 So I slept in the hobo jungles, Roamed a thousand miles of track D7 Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama, At a club they call Big Jack's G7 A little four-piece band was jammin', So I took my guitar and I sat in E7 A7 I showed 'em what a band would sound like, With a swingin' little guitar man Show 'em, son Interlude D F C D F C D E7 E E E E B7 Outro E If you ever take a trip down to the ocean, Find yourself down around Mobile E7 E Make it on out to a club called Jack's, If you got a little time to kill A Just follow that crowd of people, You'll wind up out on his dance floor E7 Diggin' the finest little five piece group, Up and down the Gulf of Mexico B7 A Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band, Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' E D E7 D E7 D E E! E! little guitar man