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 man. They judge me cause I'm evil. My middle name is misery. Well, I'm evil. Oh, don't you mess around with me. Well, I quit my job down at the car wash. I left my mama a goodbye note. By sundown, I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat. I hijacked all the way down to Memphis. Got a room at the YMCA. For the next three weeks, I went hunting them nights. I was looking for a place to play. Well, I thought my picket would set them on fire. But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man. Well, I nearly bounced off the downtown of Memphis. I ran out of money and luck. So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia on an overloaded four-wheeler. I bumped on down to Panama City. Started picking out some of them all night boys. So when I could make myself a dollar, make a music on my guitar. I got the same old stories them all nighters. You know, there ain't no room around here for a guitar man. So I slept in a hobo jumper. I rode a thousand miles to try. Till I found myself a mobile Alabama. Had a club there called Big Jacks. A little four-piece band was jammin'. So I took my guitar and I said yeah. I showed them what a band would sound like. Well, there's swinging a guitar man. Show them, son. If you ever take a trip down to the ocean. Find yourself that automobile. Made a night to a club called Jacks. If you got enough time to kill. And if you find that crowd of people. You'll wind up right on his dead floor. Diggin' to find a little five-piece groove. But now they're going to Mexico. Guess who lived in that five-piece band. Well, wouldn't you know. It's that swinging of the guitar. Thank you.