Johnny Cash - Tennessee flat top box

^GIn a little cabaret in a South Texas border ^Dtown, G Sat a boy and his guitar, a^Gnd the people came from miles around. And all t^Dhe girls from there to Austin, ^GWere slipping away from home and p^Dutting jewelery in hock. T^Go take the trip, to go and listen, To the l^Dittle dark-haired boy who ^Gplayed the Tennessee flat ^Dtop box. A^Gnd he would play SOLO

W^Gell, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never ^Dcared to make a dime. But give him his guitar, ^Gand he'd be happy all the time. And all ^Dthe girls from nine to nine^Gty, Were snapping fingers, tapping t^Does, and begging him: "Don't sto^Gp. And hypnotized a^Dnd fascinated, By the little da^Grk-haired boy who played the Ten^Dnessee flat top box. A^Gnd he would play SOLO

The^Gn one day he was gone, and no one ever saw hi^Dm 'round, He'd vanished like the b^Greeze, they forgot him in the little town. But all t^Dhe girls still dreamed ab^Gout him. And hung around the cabaret unti^Dl the doors were locked. And the^Gn one day on the Hit Para^Dde, Was a little dark-h^Gaired boy who played the Tenn^Dessee flat top box. A^Gnd he would play. SOLO