Tennessee Flat-Top Box - Knightsbridge
In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar
And the people came from miles around
And all the girls from there to Austin
Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelery in hock
Take the trip to come and listen
To the little dark-haired boy
Who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Well he never 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
Who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Then one day he was gone
He'd 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