Tennessee Flat-Top Box Songtext
von Johnny Cash

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 away from home
And putting jewelery in hock

To take the trip, to go and listen
To the little dark-haired boy
That 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
Were snapping fingers, tapping toes
And begging him don′t stop

And hypnotized and fascinated
By the little dark-haired boy
That played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play

Then one day he was gone
And no one ever saw him 'round
He'd vanished like the breeze
And 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
That played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play