Tennessee Flat Box Top

[Verse 1]
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 'way 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 box top
And he would play

[Verse 2]
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 thе girls from nine to ninety
Werе snappin' fingers, tappin' toes
And beggin' him don't stop
And hypnotized and fascinated
By the little dark-haired boy
Who played the Tennessee flat box top
And he would play

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round
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 box top

[Outro]
And he would play