Lyrics:

CAPO 1
[Intro] E, A.

[Verse 1]

A E
In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town,

Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around.
A E
And all the girls from there to Austin,
A
Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelery in hock.
E
To take the trip, to go and listen,
A
To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.
D
And he would play:

[Instrumental]

A E
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.
A E
And all the girls from nine to ninety,
A
Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him: 'Don't stop.'
E
And hypnotized and fascinated,
A
By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.
D
And he would play: [Instrumental]

[Verse 3]

A E
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.
A E
But all the girls still dreamed about him.
A
And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked.
E
And then one day on the Hit Parade,
A
Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.
D
And he would play:

[Instrumental]

[Outro]

End on F# A


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