Tennessee Flat Top Box
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In a little cabaret
In a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar
And the people came, from all around
And all the girls, from there to Austin
Were slipping away, from home
And putting jewelry, in hock
To take the trip, to go and listen
To the little, dark-haired boy
That played the, "Tennessee flat top box"
And he would play
Well, he couldn't ride, or wrangle
And he never cared, to make a dime
But give him, his guitar
And he'd be happy, all the time
And all the girls, from nine, to ninety
Were snapping fingers, tapping toes
And begging him, "Don't stop!"
And hypnotized, and fascinated
By the little, dark-haired boy
That played the, "Tennessee flat top box"
And he would play
Then one day, he was gone
And no one, ever saw him, around
He'd vanished, like the breeze
They forgot him, in the little town
But all the girls, still dreamed, about him
And hung around, the cabaret
Until, the doors were locked
And then one day, on the, "Hit Parade"
Was a little, dark-haired boy
That played the, "Tennessee flat top box"
And he would play