E                 A         E
Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down
                        B
Stale taste of whiskey, 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


[Chorus]
                                         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


[Chorus]
                                         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


[Chorus]
                                         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