Lyrics:

In a little cabereIn a south texas boarder townSat a
boy and his guitarAnd the people came from all aroundAnd all the girlsFrom there to AustinWere
slippin' away from homeAnd puttin' jewlery and
hopped to take the tripTo go and listenTo the little
dark-haired boy who played theTennessee flat top boxAnd he would playWell he couldn't ride or
wrangleAnd he never cared to make it downBut give
him his guitarAnd he'd be happy all the timeAnd
all the girlsFrom nine to ninetyWere snappin'
fingersTappin' toesAnd beggin' him
don't stopAnd hypnotizedAnd fasinatedBy
the little dark-haired boy who played theTennessee flat
top boxAnd he would playThen one day he was
goneAnd no one ever saw him 'roundHe vanished
like the breezeThey forgot him in the little townBut
all the girlsStill dreamed about himAnd hung
aroundThe cabere until the doors were lockedAnd then
one dayOn the hit paradeWas the little dark-haired
boy who played theTennessee flat top boxAnd he would
play