Tennessee Flat Top Box

(álbum: Singing My Songs (Johnny Cash) - 1970)

In a little cabaret in a south Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar and the people came from all around
And all the girls from there to Austin
Were slipping way from home and putting jewelry in hock
To take the trip to go and listen
To the little brown haired boy that played the Tennessee Flat Top Box
And he would play

Well he couldn't ride or wrangle 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 tapping toes and begging him don't stop
And hypnotized they were fascinated
By the dark haired boy that played upon 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 that little town
But all the girls still dreamed about him
And they hung around the cabaret till all the doors were locked
And then one day on the hit parade
Was the little dark haired boy that played that Tennessee Flat Top Box
And he would play