Tennessee Flat  Top Box - Johnny Cash

In a 
C
little cabaret in a South Texas 
G
border town,

Sat a 
G
boy and his guitar, and the people came from all a
C
round.

And all the 
C
girls from there to 
G
Austin,

Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelry in 
C
hock.

To take the 
C
trip, to go and 
G
listen,

To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top 
C
box.

And he would 
F
play: 
F - 
C - 
F - 
C - 
F - 
C

Well, he 
C
couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to 
G
make a dime.

But 
G
give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the 
C
time.

And all the 
C
girls from nine to 
G
ninety,

Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him: "Don't 
C
stop."

And hypno
C
tized and fasci
G
nated,

By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top 
C
box.

And he would 
F
play: 
F - 
C - 
F - 
C - 
F - 
C

Then 
C
one day he was gone, and no one ever 
G
saw him 'round,

He'd 
G
vanished like the breeze, they forgot him in the little 
C
town.

But all the 
C
girls still dreamed a
G
bout him.

And hung around the cabaret until the doors were 
C
locked.

And then one 
C
day on the Hit Pa
G
rade,

Was the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top 
C
box.

And he would 
F
play: 
F - 
C - 
F - 
C - 
F - 
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