Who draws the crowd, who plays so loud baby, it's the guitar man.
 Who's gonna steal the show, you know, baby, it's the guitar man.
 He can make you love, he can make you cry,
 He will break you down, he will get you high.
 And something keeps him going miles and miles away,
 to find another place to play,
 and night after night - who treats you right, baby, it's the guitar man.
 who's on the radio, you know, baby it's the guitar man
 when [bad word] to town and you see his face
 and you think you might like to take his place
 something keeps him drifting miles and miles away
 searching for the songs to play
 then you listen to the music and you'd like to sing along
 and you want to get the meaning out of each and every song
 and you find yourself a message and some words to call your own..
 and take 'em home.
 he can make you love, he can get you high
 he will bring you down, he will make you cry
 something keeps him moving, but no one seems to know
 what it is that makes him go
 then the lights being to flicker and the sound is getting dim
 the voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin
 but he never seems to notice he's just gotta find another place to play.
 anyway.....
 got to play...
 anyway...