Tennessee Flat Top Box   (DR 35)   (Grace Whealey) 

SFGS

In a little cabaret  in south Texas border town

Sat a boy and his guitar & the people came from all around

And all the girls from there to Austin

Were slipping away from home and puttin jewelry in hawk

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

Then one day he was gone and no one ever saw him round

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

And all the girls still dream about him

And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked

4 L CH / CH back / PR

And he would play …. … … … …  TURN VOLUME UP