n a little cabere   In a south texas boarder 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' jewlery and hopped 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 it down   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 beggin' him don't stop   And hypnotized   And fasinated   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 the breeze   They forgot him in the little town   But all the girls   Still dreamed about him   And hung around   The cabere 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