Tennesee Flat Top Box

tuning is pretty iffy. Could never quite get it. Standard tuning if your not playing   with the song sounds great though. E-------------------------------------------------------------| B-----------1/2---2-----2--------2--1/2---2-----2-------2-----| G--------0--1/2------2--------2-----1/2------2-------2--------| D--3--4--------------------2----------------------2-----------| A-------------------------------------------------------------| E-------------------------------------------------------------| E---------------------------------------------------------------| B---------------------------------------------------------------| G---2--0--------------------------------------------------------| D---------4--2--0-----------------------------------------------| A------------------4--2--0--------0--------0--------------------| E---------------------------2--2-----2--2-----------------------| 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 slippin’ away from home and puttin’ jewelery in hock. To take the trip to go and listen To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box. And he would pl E------------------------------------------------------------------| B------------------------------------------------------------------| G------------------------------------------2--2-----0--------------| D------------0-----------0-----------0--4--------4-----4--2--------| A---0--2--4-----0--2--4-----0--2--4--------------------------------| E------------------------------------------------------------------| E----------------------------------------------------------------------| B----------1/2--2-----2--------2--1/2--2-----2--------2----------------| G----------1/2-----2--------2-----1/2-----2--------2-----2--0----------| D------------------------2----------------------2-----------4---2--0---| A--0--0----------------------------------------------------------------| E----------------------------------------------------------------------| REPEAT Well he couldn’t ride 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 Were snapping fingers tapping toes and begging him: "Don’t stop." And hypnotized and fascinated By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box. And he would play: Repeat solo) Then one day he was gone and no one ever saw him ’round He’d vanished like the breeze 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 who played the Tennessee flat top box. And he would play: Repeat Solo)