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 Maine to Austin
Were slippin' 'way from home and put'n'do real hard to take a trip
To go and listen to the little dark haired boy who played the Tennessee Flat Top Box
And he could play
Well, he couldn't ride or angle and he never cared to make a dime
But given his guitar and he'd be happy all the time
And all the girls from nine to ninety
Were snappin' fingers, tappin' toes and beggin' him don't stop
And hypnotised 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 been locked
And then one day on the hitparade was a little dark haired boy who played the Tennessee Flat Top Box
And he would play