E|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|------------1/2---1/2-------------------------------------------------------------|
G|---0--1--2--1/2---1/2----2--0-----------------------------------------------------|
D|----------------2-----2--------4--2--0--------------------------------------------|
A|----------------------------------------4--2--0----------0---------0---------0----|
E|-------------------------------------------------0h2p0h2---0h2p0h2---0h2p0h2------|


[Verse]

     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,
                                                     A
Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelery in hock.
                            E
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...


[Solo]

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B|----------------------------------------------------------1/2---1/2---------------------|
G|--------------------------------2--2-----2--0-------------1/2---1/2-----2--0------------|
D|--------------0-----------0--4--------4--------4--2-----------2------2--------4--2--0---|
A|--0--0--2--4-----0--2--4-----------------------------0-0--------------------------------|
E|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|

E|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------------------1/2---1/2---------------------|
G|-----------------------------------------2--2-----2--0-------------1/2---1/2-----2--0------------|
D|-----------0-----------0-----------0--4--------4--------4--2-----------2------2--------4--2--0---|
A|--0--2--4-----0--2--4-----0--2--4-----------------------------0-0--------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|

E|---------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------|
A|---4--2--0----------0---------0---------0----|
E|------------0h2p0h2---0h2p0h2---0h2p0h2------|


[Verse]
      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 snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him: "Don't stop."
                        E
And hypnotized and fascinated,
                                                                  A
By the little dark-haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box.
              D
And he would play...


[Solo]


[Verse]
          A                                E        
Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round,
                                                        A
He'd vanished like the breeze, they forgot him in the little town.
                                 E
But all the girls still dreamed about him.
                                                    A
And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked.
                             E
And then one day on the Hit Parade,
                                                               A
Was a little dark-haired boy that played a Tennessee flat top box.
               D
And he would play...


[Solo]



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| h  Hammer-on
| p  Pull-off
| /  Slide up