Tennessee Flat Top Box

G, C.


[Verse 1]

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In a little cabaret in a South 
     G
Texas border town,

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


[Instrumental]


 C                                 
Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, 
                            G
and he never cared to make a dime.

But give him his guitar, and he'd be
 happy all the time.
             C                G
And all the girls from nine to 
ninety,
Were snapping fingers, tapping toes,
                        C
 and begging him: "Don't stop."
                        G
And hypnotized and fascinated,
By the little dark-haired boy who 
                           C
played the Tennessee flat top box.
              F
And he would play: [Instrumental]


[Verse 3]
(same chords progression)

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.
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 a little dark-haired boy who 
played the Tennessee flat top box.
And he would play: