In a little cabaret in a south Texas border town
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Sat a boy and his guitar
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And the people came from all around
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And all the girls from there to Austin
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Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelry in hock
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To take the trip to go and listen
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To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennesse flat top box
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And he would play
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Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle
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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 9 to 90
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Were snappin' fingers, tappin' toes, and beggin' him "don't stop"
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And hypnotized and fascinated
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By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
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And he would play
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Then one day he was gone
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And no one ever saw him 'round
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He vanished like a breaze
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They forgot him in the little town
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But all the girls still dreamed about him
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And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked
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And then one day
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On the hit parade
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Was the little dark-haired boy
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Who played the Tennessee flat top box
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And he would play
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Tennessee Flat Top Box
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| Rosanne Cash |
