Tennessee Flat-Top Box

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[00:08.32] In a little cabaret

[00:11.50] In a South Texas border town

[00:14.68] Sat a boy and his guitar

[00:16.54] And the people came from all around

[00:19.74] And all the girls

[00:21.60] From there to Austin

[00:23.98] Were slippin' away from home

[00:27.16] And puttin' jewellery in hock

[00:29.83] To take the trip

[00:31.68] To go and listen

[00:33.80] To the little dark-haired boy

[00:36.73] That played the Tennessee flat top box

[00:39.40] And he would play

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[00:56.92] Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle

[01:05.70] And he never cared to make a dime

[01:08.09] But give him his guitar

[01:10.21] And he'd be happy all the time

[01:13.15] And all the girls from 9 to 90

[01:17.39] Were snapping fingers

[01:20.31] Tapping toes

[01:21.37] And begging him, "Don't stop"

[01:22.97] And hypnotized and fascinated

[01:27.48] By the little dark-haired boy

[01:30.39] That played the Tennessee flat top box

[01:33.06] And he would play

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[01:51.12] Then one day he was gone

[01:59.35] And no one ever saw him 'round

[02:02.00] He'd vanished like the breeze

[02:04.39] And they forgot him in the little town

[02:06.79] But all the girls

[02:08.92] Still dreamed about him

[02:11.30] And hung around the cabaret

[02:15.02] Until the doors were locked

[02:17.15] And then one day on the Hit Parade

[02:21.40] Was a little dark-haired boy

[02:24.59] That played the Tennessee flat top box

[02:27.27] And he would play

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