And he would play
Were slippin' away from home
And all the girls from nine to ninety
And hung around the cabaret
Until the doors were locked
To the little dark-haired boy
And no one ever saw him 'round
Were snappin' fingers, tappin' toes
He'd vanished like the breeze
By the little dark-haired boy
And then one day on the Hit Parade
They forgot him in the little town
But all the girls still dreamed about him
Who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he never cared to make a dime
Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle
And he would play
But give him his guitar
Who played the Tennessee flat top box
And all the girls from there to Austin
And beggin' him, "Don't stop"
Was a little dark-haired boy
And puttin' jewelery in hock
And hypnotized and fascinated
To take the trip, to go and listen
And he'd be happy all the time
Sat a boy and his guitar
Who played the Tennessee flat top box
And the people came from all around
Then one day he was gone
