Tennessee Flat Top Box - 1988 Version

[00:10.48] In a little cabaret, in a South Texas border town
[00:15.62] Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around
[00:20.22] And all the girls from there to Austin
[00:25.73] Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelry in hock
[00:29.98] To take the trip, to go and listen
[00:34.33] To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
[00:39.90] And he would play
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[01:04.92] Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime
[01:09.63] But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time
[01:14.68] And all the girls from nine to 90
[01:19.28] Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him, "Don't stop"
[01:24.75] And hypnotized, and fascinated
[01:28.80] By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
[01:34.13] And he would play
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[01:59.57] Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round
[02:04.66] He'd vanished like the breeze, and they forgot him in the little town
[02:09.85] But all the girls still dreamed about him
[02:14.93] And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked
[02:19.05] And then one day on the Hit Parade
[02:24.74] Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
[02:29.00] And he would play
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