Tom: A
Introdução:
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In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town,
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Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around.
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And all the girls from there to Austin,
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Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelery in hock.
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To take the trip, to go and listen,
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To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.
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And he would play: A
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REPEAT
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Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle and he never cared to make a dime
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But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time.
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And all the girls from nine to ninety,
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Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him: "Don't stop."
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And hypnotized and fascinated,
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By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.
D A
And he would play: Repeat solo)
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Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round,
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He'd vanished like the breeze, they forgot him in the little town.
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But all the girls still dreamed about him.
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And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked.
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And then one day on the Hit Parade,
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Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.
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And he would play: Repeat Solo)