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Jerry Reed’s Guitar Man was a masterpiece in boogie woogie guitar. It is a very hard song to play and this tutorial should help many guitarists like myself who have tried and failed to learn it over the years. The Elvis Presley cover version is almost identical to the Jerry Reed version, just played a little faster. This is no coincidence since Jerry was hauled into the studio from a fishing trip with no notice as none of the notable session guitarists knew how to reproduce that boogie woogie picking sound that Elvis was after. Jerry nailed it of course ( after a few takes).
In this tutorial all is revealed and you will see why Jerry was in fact a guitar genius. For starters he tuned the guitar specifically to get close to that boogie woogie left hand and right piano effect. It’s basically a drop d tuning, except everything is taken down a half step as well. All except the B string which actually goes up one half step. The result is
C# G# C# F# C D#.
The chords are C#, F# and G# in a 12 bar blues progression with a D# thrown in the middle 8 for good measure.
Hope you learn to play the song as it is great fun, the picking pattern takes a lot of practice to master, just remember to let it really swing!
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
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them night clubs
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
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
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
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 yeah