Tennessee Flat Top Box
(Johnny Cash)

1988 PolyGram Records Inc. (original version possible)

In a little cabaret, in a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from miles around
And all the girls from there to Austin
Were slipping away from home and putting jewelry in stock
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 ramble, 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 snapping fingers, slapping toes and begging him don't stop
Hypnotised 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, and 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