Tennessee Flat Top Box Songtext

Tennessee Flat Top Box Übersetzung
Tennessee Flat Top Box In a little cabaret, In a South Texas border town, Sat a boy and his guitar And the people came from all around. And all the girls from here to Austin, Were slippin? way from home and puttin? jewellery in hock; To take the trip, to go and listen To the little dark haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box. And he would play: Guitar Solo Well he couldn?t drive a 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 snappin? fingers tappin? toes and begin? him don?t stop; They were hypnotized and fascinated By the little dark haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box. And he would play: Guitar Solo Then one day he was gone, And no one ever saw him ?round; He vanished like the breeze, And they forgot him in the little town. And all the girls still dreamed about him, And they hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked; And then one day, on the hit parade Was a little dark haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box. And he would play: Guitar Solo