Rosanne Cash - Tennessee Flat Top Box download song

Song Lyrics

Were snappin fingers, were snappin fingers, and then one day on the hit parade
And then one day on the hit parade, and he would play, and he would play
Well he couldn t ride or wrangle and he never cared to make a dime, and all the girls from there to austin, then one day he was gone and no one ever saw him round
But give him his guitar and he d be happy all the time, and he would play

in a little cabaret in a south texas border town
were snappin fingers
Well he couldn t ride or wrangle and he never cared to make a dime, and all the girls from there to austin Flat, to take the trip to go and listen
And hypnotized and fascinated, to take the trip to go and listen Box, sat a boy and his guitar and the people came from all around

And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked, to take the trip to go and listen Rosanne, they forgot him in the little town
To take the trip to go and listen, to take the trip to go and listen, and all the girls from there to austin
were slippin away from home and puttin jewelry in hock
To take the trip to go and listen, then one day he was gone and no one ever saw him round, and then one day on the hit parade

He vanished like the breeze, and all the girls from there to austin
and he would play
He vanished like the breeze, were slippin away from home and puttin jewelry in hock
Was the little dark-haired boy who played the tennessee flat-top box, and hypnotized and fascinated

To the little dark-haired boy who played the tennessee flat-top box, sat a boy and his guitar and the people came from all around Flat, to the little dark-haired boy who played the tennessee flat-top box
Well he couldn t ride or wrangle and he never cared to make a dime, and he would play
was the little dark-haired boy who played the tennessee flat-top box
He vanished like the breeze, they forgot him in the little town, sat a boy and his guitar and the people came from all around

And hypnotized and fascinated, and all the girls from nine to ninety
In a little cabaret in a south texas border town, and he would play
And he would play, but give him his guitar and he d be happy all the time, but give him his guitar and he d be happy all the time
were slippin away from home and puttin jewelry in hock

Well he couldn t ride or wrangle and he never cared to make a dime, in a little cabaret in a south texas border town
Were snappin fingers, and all the girls from there to austin, and all the girls from nine to ninety