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Tennessee Flat Top Box

Höfundur lags: Johnny Cash Höfundur texta: Johnny Cash Flytjandi: Johnny Cash Sent inn af: Anonymous
[C]In a little cabaret in a South Texas border [G7]town   
Sat a boy and his guitar and the people came from all [C]around
[G7]And all the [C]girls  from there to [G7]Austin
Were slipping way from home and putting jewelry in[C] hock
[G7]To take the [C]trip  to go and [G7]listen
To the little dark haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top [C]box  
And he would [F]play

[C]Well he couldn't ride or wrangle and he never cared to make a [G7]dime   
But give him his guitar and he'd be happy all the [C]time
[G7]And all the [C]girls  from nine to [G7]ninety
We're snapping fingers tapping toes and begging him don't [C]stop
[G7]And hypnoti[C]zed  and fasci[G7]nated
By the little dark haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top[C] box
And he would [F]play

Then one day he was gone and no one ever saw him [G7]around
He vanished like the breeze they forgot him in the little [C]town
[G7]But all the [C]girls  still dreamed about [G7]him   
And hung around the cabaret until the doors were [C]locked
[G7]And then one [C]day  on the Hit [G7]Parade
Was a little dark haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top[C] box
And he would [F]play

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 slipping way from home and putting jewelry in hock
To take the 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
We're 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 around
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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