Lyrics Tennessee Flat Top Box - Gaither, Rosanne Cash

Tennessee Flat Top Box

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' away from home and puttin' jewelry in hock
To take a 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 snappin' fingers, tappin' toes, and beggin' 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 vanished like the breeze, 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: