Tennessee Flat Top Box Paroles

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:
Guitar Solo
Well he couldn?t drive a 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 snappin? fingers tappin? toes and begin? him don?t stop;
They were hypnotized and fascinated
By the little dark haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box.
And he would play:
Guitar Solo
Then one day he was gone,
And no one ever saw him ?round;
He vanished like the breeze,
And they forgot him in the little town.
And all the girls still dreamed about him,
And they 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:
Guitar Solo