Tennessee Flat Top Box (1988 Version)
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โฑ๏ธ 3:06 duration
๐ ID: 24403495
๐ Lyrics
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 slippin' away from home and puttin' 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 90
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, 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 who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around
And all the girls from there to Austin
Were slippin' away from home and puttin' 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 90
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, 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 who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.48] In a little cabaret, in a South Texas border town
[00:15.62] Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around
[00:20.22] And all the girls from there to Austin
[00:25.73] Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelry in hock
[00:29.98] To take the trip, to go and listen
[00:34.33] To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
[00:39.90] And he would play
[00:41.59]
[01:04.92] Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime
[01:09.63] But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time
[01:14.68] And all the girls from nine to 90
[01:19.28] Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him, "Don't stop"
[01:24.75] And hypnotized, and fascinated
[01:28.80] By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
[01:34.13] And he would play
[01:35.93]
[01:59.57] Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round
[02:04.66] He'd vanished like the breeze, and they forgot him in the little town
[02:09.85] But all the girls still dreamed about him
[02:14.93] And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked
[02:19.05] And then one day on the Hit Parade
[02:24.74] Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
[02:29.00] And he would play
[02:30.86]
[00:15.62] Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around
[00:20.22] And all the girls from there to Austin
[00:25.73] Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelry in hock
[00:29.98] To take the trip, to go and listen
[00:34.33] To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
[00:39.90] And he would play
[00:41.59]
[01:04.92] Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime
[01:09.63] But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time
[01:14.68] And all the girls from nine to 90
[01:19.28] Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him, "Don't stop"
[01:24.75] And hypnotized, and fascinated
[01:28.80] By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
[01:34.13] And he would play
[01:35.93]
[01:59.57] Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round
[02:04.66] He'd vanished like the breeze, and they forgot him in the little town
[02:09.85] But all the girls still dreamed about him
[02:14.93] And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked
[02:19.05] And then one day on the Hit Parade
[02:24.74] Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
[02:29.00] And he would play
[02:30.86]