Tennessee Flat Top Box

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 a 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 a 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 begging 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'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