Tennessee Flat Top Box (1988 Version) - Johnny Cash (约翰尼·卡什)

In a little cabaret

In a South Texas border 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 jewelery in hock

To take the trip

To go and listen

To the little dark haired boy

That played the Tennessee flat-top box

And he would play

Well he couldn't write or wrangle

And he never cared to make a dime

But give him his guitar

And he'd be happy all the time

And all the girls

From nine to ninety

We're snapping fingers tapping toes

And begging him don't stop

And hypnotized

And fascinated

By the little dark haired boy

That 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

And they forgot him in the little town

But all the girls

Still dreamed about him

And hung around the cabaret

Until the doors were locked

And then one day

On the hit parade

Was a little dark haired boy

That played a Tennessee flat-top box

And he would play