Tennessee Flat Top Box

[Verse 1]
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  In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town
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Sat a boy and his guitar and the people came from all
around
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And all the girls from there to Austin
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Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelry in hock
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To take a trip to go and listen to the little dark-haired
boy
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Who played the Tennessee flat-top box
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And he   would play...

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[Verse 2]
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Well he couldn't ride or wrangle
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And he never cared to make a dime
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But give him his guitar and he'd be happy all  the time
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And all the girls from nine to ninety
Were snappin' fingers, tappin' toes,
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and beggin' him "don't stop"
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And hypnotized and fascinated by the little dark-haired boy
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Who played the Tennessee flat-top box
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And he   would play...

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[Verse 3]
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Then one day he was gone and no one ever saw him 'round
He vanished like the breeze,
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they forgot him in the little town
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But all the girls still dreamed about him
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And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked
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And then one day on the Hit Parade was a little dark-haired
boy
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Who played the Tennessee flat-top box
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And he   would play...

[Interlude]
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[Outro]
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[Fade Out]
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