The Guitar Man

Who draws the crowd and plays so loud,Baby it’s the guitar man.Who’s gonna steal the show, you knowBaby it’s the guitar man,He can make you love, he can make you cryHe will bring you down, then he’ll get you highSomethin’ keeps him goin’, miles and miles a dayTo find another place to play.Night after night who treats you right,Baby it’s the guitar manWho’s on the radio, you go listenTo the guitar manThen he comes to town, and you see his face,And you think you might like to take his placeSomethin’ keeps him driftin’ miles and miles awaySearchin’ for the songs to play.Then you listen to the music and you like to sing along,You want to get the meaning out of each and ev’ry songThen you find yourself a message and some words to call your ownAnd take them home.He can make you love, he can get you highHe will bring you down, then he’ll make you crySomethin’ keeps him movin’, but no one seems to knowWhat it is that makes him go.Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dimThe voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thinBut he never seems to notice he’s just got to findAnother place to play,Anyway got to play, anyway Got to play.