Tennessee Flat Top Box

Capo 1st fret

Intro:
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.        A                                          E
In a little cabaret, in a south Texas border town,
.                                                                              A
Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around.
.                                              E
And all the girls from there to Austin were slippin’ ‘way from home
.                                  A                                           E
And puttin’ jew’lry in hock to take the trip to go and listen
.                                                                                              A
To the little dark haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box.
.                       D
And he would play…


Guitar Solo:
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.               A                                                                    E
Well, he couldn’t ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime.
.                                                                 A
But give him his guitar and he’d be happy all the time.
.                                            E
And all the girls from nine to ninety
.                                                                                           A
Were snappin’ fingers, tappin’ toes and beggin’ him, “Don’t stop!”
.                                           E
And hypnotized, and fasci – nated
.                                                                                              A
By the little dark haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box.
.                       D
And he would play…


Guitar Solo:
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|     A     |     A     |     A     |     D     |
|     D     |     D     |     D     |     A     |
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.          A                                                     E
Then one day he was gone and no one ever saw him ’round.
.                                                                                   A
He vanished like the breeze, and they forgot him in the little town.
.                                               E
But all the girls still dreamed a-bout him
.                                                                            A
And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked.
.                                                E
And then one day on the hit pa-rade
.                                                                                              A
Was a little dark haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box.
.                       D
And he would play…


Outro:
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|     A     |     A     |     A     |     D     |
|     D     |     D     |     D     |     A     |
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||:   A     |     A     |     A     |     A   :||

 

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