@migu music@

Tennessee Flat Top Box - Rosanne Cash (罗珊·凯许)

In 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 slipping away from home

And putting 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 snapping fingers

Tappin toes

And begging 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