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 slippin' way from home and puttin' 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 [ ac.guitar ] Well he couldn't ride a 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 beggin' 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 [ ac.guitar ] Then one day he was gone and no one ever saw him round He vanished like the breeze and they forgot him in the little town But all the girls still dreamed about him And hung around the cabaret until the doors ware locked And then one day on the hitparade Was a little dark haired boy that played The Tennessee Flat Top Box And he would play [ ac.guitar ]
