Tennessee Flattop Box

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In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town 
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Sat a boy and his guitar and the people came from all around 
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And all the girls from there to Austin 
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Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelry in hock 
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To take the trip, to go and listen 
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To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box 
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And he would play 

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Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle
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And he never cared to make a dime 
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But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time 
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And all the girls from nine to ninety 
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Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him don't stop 
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And hypnotized and fascinated
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By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box 
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And he would play 
  
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Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round
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He vanished like the breeze, they forgot him in the little town
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But all the girls still dreamed about him 
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And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked
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And then one day on the 'Hit Parade'
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Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
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And he would play