Tennessee Flattop Box Teclado

	   
  
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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 the trip, to go and listen 
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To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box 
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And he would play 
 
  
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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 
 
  
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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 
  
 
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