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Intro:

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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 were slippin' 'way from home

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And puttin' jew'lry in hock to take the trip to go and listen

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To the little dark haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box.

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And he would play...

Guitar Solo:

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Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, 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

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Were snappin' fingers, tappin' toes and beggin' him, "Don't stop!"

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And hypnotized, and fasci - nated

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By the little dark haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box.

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And he would play...

Guitar Solo:

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Then one day he was gone and no one ever saw him 'round.

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He vanished like the breeze, and they forgot him in the little town.

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But all the girls still dreamed a-bout 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 pa-rade

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Was a little dark haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box.

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And he would play...

Outro:

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