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 there to Austin
Were slippin' away
From home and puttin' jewelry in hock

To take the trip
To go and listen
To the little dark-haired boy who
Played the Tennesse 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 9 to 90
Were snappin' fingers
Tappin' toes
And beggin' 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 vanished like a 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 the little dark-haired boy
Who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play