[ti:Tennessee Flat-Top Box]
[ar:Johnny Cash]
[00:00.60]Tennessee Flat-Top Box - Johnny Cash
[00:09.96]In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town
[00:14.68]Sat a boy and his guitar and the people came from miles around
[00:19.48]And all the girls from there to Austin
[00:24.35]Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelery in hock
[00:29.82]To take the trip to go and listen
[00:34.56]To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
[00:39.42]And he would play
[01:03.20]Well he couldn't ride or wrangle and he never cared to make a dime
[01:08.13]But give him his guitar and he'd be happy all the time
[01:12.81]And all the girls from nine to ninety
[01:17.68]Were snapping fingers tapping toes and begging him: "Don't stop "
[01:23.02]And hypnotized and fascinated
[01:28.31]By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
[01:32.80]And he would play
[01:56.77]Then one day he was gone and no one ever saw him 'round
[02:01.63]He'd vanished like the breeze they forgot him in the little town
[02:06.38]But all the girls still dreamed about him
[02:11.37]And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked
[02:16.80]And then one day on the Hit Parade
[02:21.91]Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
[02:26.66]And he would play