Tennessee Flat Top Box - Early Mix, 1987

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 slippin' 'way from home and puttin' jewelery in hock
To take the trip, to go and listen
To the little dark-haired boy who 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 and fascinated
By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box

And he would play

Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round,
He'd vanished like the breeze, and 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