Capo 1st fret

Intro:

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In a little cabaret, in a south Texas border town,
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Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around.
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And all the girls from there to Austin were slippin' 'way from home
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And puttin' jew'lry in hock to take the trip to go and listen
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To the little dark haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box.
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And he would play...


Guitar Solo:

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Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime.
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But give him his guitar and he'd be happy all the time.
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And all the girls from nine to ninety
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Were snappin' fingers, tappin' toes and beggin' him, "Don't stop!"
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And hypnotized, and fasci - nated
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By the little dark haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box.
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And he would play...


Guitar Solo:

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Then one day he was gone and no one ever saw him 'round.
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He vanished like the breeze, and they forgot him in the little town.
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But all the girls still dreamed a-bout him
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And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked.
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And then one day on the hit pa-rade
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Was a little dark haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box.
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And he would play...


Outro:

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