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 slippin' away from home
 And puttin' jewelry and hopped 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 down
 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 cabaret until the doors were locked
 And then one day on the hit parade
 Was the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
 And he would play