Tennessee Flat Top Box

In a little cabaret

In a South Texas border town

Sat a boy and his guitar

And he'd be happy all the time

And all the girls from there to Boston

Were slippin' away from home

And puttin' jewelry in box

To make the trip and go and listen

To the little dark haired boy

Who played the Tennessee flat top box

And he would play

Well, he couldn't write an angle

And he didn't ever have a dime

But give him his guitar

And he'd be happy all the time

And all the girls from there to Boston

Were snappin' fingers, tappin' toes

And beggin' him don't stop

Hypnotized and fascinated

By the little dark haired boy

Who played the Tennessee flat top box

And he would play

Oh, play it

Get a rhythm

Then one day he was gone

And they missed him 'round the little town

He vanished like the breeze

And they forgot him in the little town

But all the girls from there to Boston

They hung around the cabaret

Until the doors were locked

And then one day on the hit parade

Came the little dark haired boy

Playin' the Tennessee flat top box

And he would play