Verse 1 G G/B C G Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down C G D G Stale taste of whiskey, still fresh on my mouth G G/B C G Hot cup of coffee, smoke in my hand C G D G Another day in the life of the guitar man G G/B La de da Verse 2 G G/B C G Well last night was a good night as I reached in my jeans C G D G Crumpled up ones, a few tens in between G G/B C G And a redhead named Annie, she's still fast asleep C G D G Made me make her a promise, she knows I can't keep G G/B La de da Verse 3 G G/B C G Time to fire up that two tone bucket of rust C G D G Throw my amp and my case in the back of my truck G G/B C G Breathing my freedom, windows rolled down C G D G Forty-six miles till the next nameless town G G/B La de da Verse 4 G G/B C G Well, the place is still empty when I walk in the door C G D G Stench from the beer, spilling up through the floor G G/B C G Give an eye to sweet Lisa, she mixes the drinks C G D G Life's been hard on her, but she's been good to me G G/B La de da Verse 5 G G/B C G Off in the shadows, stands a stool and a stage C G D G Where many souls before me were put on display G G/B C G I take one last breath, time to pay some more dues C G D G That won't add up to nothing but tips and cheap booze Chorus G G/B C G Yeah, the fruits of my labor is when the crowd sings along C G D G Nothing short of a savior, still I go home alone G G/B C G I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mike-stand Em C D G I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low I'm the guitar man Verse 6 G G/B C G Well they'll ask for more love songs and I'll play with a smile C G D G To help them hold on or forget for awhile G G/B C G They can fill up that jukebox with a week's worth of pay C G D G But it can't fill their happy and it can't fill their pain Verse 7 G G/B C G No drums, no pianos, no sweet harmonies C G D G It's all in a song and it's all on me G G/B C G Won't find nothing fancy I'm a tired one man band C G D G I'm the picking and grinning guitar man Chorus G G/B C G Yeah the fruits of my labor's when the crowd sings along C G D G Nothing short of a savior I go home alone G G/B C G I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand Em C D G I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low, I'm the guitar man yeah Verse 8 G G/B C G Well I had me a pretty baby, thought she was the one C G D G But she soon grew tired, this love on the run G G/B C G Said she felt second, told me I had to choose C G D G She's back in Georgia and I'm there with you Verse 9 G G/B C G The end of the night, we'll all be best friends C G D G Then strangers till I roll through town again G G/B C G I'll yell out hey Lisa something cold in a can C G D G One for the road for the guitar man Chorus G G/B C G Yeah the fruits of my labor's when the crowd sings along C G D G Nothing short of a savior still I go home alone G G/B C G I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand Em C D G I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low, I'm the guitar man yeah Em C D G I'll play em fast, I'll play em slow, I'm the guitar man Yeah