Tennessee Flat Top Box

                                  In a little cabaret

In a south Texas boarder town

Sat a boy and his guitar

And the people came from all around

And all the girls

From there to Austin

Were slippin' away from home

And puttin' jewelry in hock to take the trip

To go and listen

To the little dark-haired boy who played the

Tennessee flat top box

And he would play



Well he couldn't ride or wrangle

And he never cared to make it dime

But give him his guitar

And he'd be happy all the time

And all the girls

From nine to ninety

Were 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 top box

And he would play



Then one day he was gone

And no one ever saw him 'round

He vanished like the breeze

They forgot him in the little town

But all the girls

Still dreamed about him

And hung around

The caberet until the doors were locked

And then one day

On the hit parade

Was a little dark-haired boy who played the

Tennessee flat top box 

And he would play