When I hear the phrase “chicken picken” I think of Jerry Reed. He was one the best guitar players in country or rock. My step-dad had his greatest hits on 8-track and I wore it out in his truck. Songs like Amos Moses and When You’re Hot You’re Hot I instantly liked.
The most famous story of the song involved Elvis Presley. Shortly after Jerry Reed released Guitar Man, Elvis Presley became interested in recording the song. However, when Presley’s studio musicians couldn’t replicate Reed’s unique guitar playing, producer Felton Jarvis called Jerry Reed himself to play in the session.
When Reed arrived, he saw that the studio musicians had been trying to copy his style but were using standard electric guitars. Reed restrung an acoustic guitar with heavier strings and started playing his signature licks. Elvis immediately said: “You mean that’s all you do? Just pick like that? Hell, I’ve been looking for that sound all night!.” The song was released as a single in 1968 and appeared on Elvis’ album Clambake.
At the time, it was common for Elvis (or his management Colonel Tom Parker) to demand a share of the publishing rights for songs he recorded. Songwriters were often pressured to sign over part of their royalties if they wanted their songs to be performed by Presley, ensuring that his team made money beyond record sales.
However, Jerry Reed refused to give up his publishing rights. He stood his ground, which meant he kept full credit and royalties for Guitar Man. The reason Jerry got by with is and Dolly Parton didn’t is because the song was already recorded and Elvis loved it.
Jerry Reed’s version peaked at #53 on the Billboard Country Charts. Elvis’s version peaked at #43 on the Billboard 100 and #36 in Canada. He had to be thrilled to hang on to the rights of the song. It hit #1 in the Country Charts in 1981 on a remixed version of Elvis’s original recording.
Guitar Man
Well, I quit my job down at the car washLeft my mama a goodbye noteBy sundown I’d left KingstonWith my guitar under my coatI hitchhiked all the way down to MemphisGot a room at the YMCAFor the next three weeks, I went huntin’ them nightsJust lookin’ for a place to playWell, I thought my pickin’ would set ’em on fireBut nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
Well, I nearly ’bout starved to death down in MemphisI run outta money and luckSo I bought me a ride down to Macon, GeorgiaOn a overloaded poultry truckI thumbed on down to Panama CityStarted pickin’ out some o’ them all night barsHopin’ I could make myself a dollarMakin’ music on my guitarI got the same old story at them all night piersThere ain’t no room around here for a guitar manWe don’t need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo junglesRoamed a thousand miles of trackTill I found myself in Mobile AlabamaAt a club they call Big Jack’sA little four-piece band was jammin’So I took my guitar and I sat inI showed ’em what a band would sound likeWith a swingin’ little guitar manShow ’em, son
If you ever take a trip down to the oceanFind yourself down around MobileOh make it on out to a club called Jack’sIf you got a little time to killJust follow that crowd of peopleYou’ll wind up out on his dance floorDiggin’ the finest little five piece groupUp and down the Gulf of MexicoGuess who’s leadin’ that five-piece bandWell, wouldn’t ya know, it’s that swingin’ little guitar manYeah yeah, guitar man, hahaha
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