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 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 vanished like a 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