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A E In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town E A Sat a boy and his guitar and the people came from all around A E And all the girls from there to Austin E A Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelry in hock A E To take the trip, to go and listen E A To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box D And he would play Instrumental 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 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 Instrumental Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round He 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 Instrumental
Written by Johnny Cash
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