Tennessee Flat-Top Box

Tennessee Flat-Top Box - Johnny Cash (約翰尼·卡什)

In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town

Sat a boy and his guitar and the people came from miles around

And all the girls from there to Austin

Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelery in hock

To take the trip to go and listen

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

And he would play

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

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

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