In

a

litt-

le

ca-

ba-

ret

in

a

South

Te-

xas

bor-

der

town

Sat

a

boy

and

his

gui-

tar

And

the

peop-

le

came

from

all

a-

round

And

all

the

girls

from

there

to

Aus-

tin

Were

slip-

ping

away

from

home

and

pu-

tting

je-

wele-

ry

in

hock

To

take

the

trip,

to

go

and

lis-

ten

To

the

litt-

le

dark-

haired

boy

That

played

the

Ten-

nes-

see

flat

top

box

And

he

would

play

Well,

he

coul-

dn't

ride

or

wrang-

le

And

he

ne-

ver

cared

to

make

a

dime

But

give

him

his

gui-

tar,

and

he'd

be

hap-

py

all

the

time

And

all

the

girls

from

nine

to

nine-

ty

Were

snap-

ping

fin-

gers,

tap-

ping

toes

And

beg-

ging

him

don't

stop

And

hyp-

no-

tized

and

fas-

ci-

na-

ted

By

the

litt-

le

dark-

haired

boy

That

played

the

Ten-

nes-

see

flat

top

box

And

he

would

play

Then

one

day

he

was

gone,

and

no

one

e-

ver

saw

him

around

He'd

va-

nished

like

the

breeze,

and

they

for-

got

him

in

the

litt-

le

town

But

all

the

girls

still

dreamed

a-

bout

him

And

a

hung

a-

round

the

ca-

ba-

ret

un-

til

the

doors

were

locked

And

then

one

day

on

the

Hit

Pa-

rade

Was

a

litt-

le

dark-

haired

boy

That

played

the

Ten-

nes-

see

flat

top

box

And

he

would

play