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 play: <u>A</u> 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)

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À propos de la chanson

Cette chanson raconte l'histoire d'un jeune musicien dans une petite ville frontalière du Texas. Avec sa guitare, il attire l'attention des habitants, en particulier des filles qui sont prêtes à tout pour l'écouter jouer. Bien qu'il ne se soucie pas de l'argent ou des autres activités, sa passion pour la musique le rend heureux. Sa présence captive complètement le public, et les gens, qu'ils aient neuf ou quatre-vingt-dix ans, sont envoûtés par son talent. Malheureusement, un jour, il disparaît sans explication, laissant une trace indélébile dans les esprits. Même si le temps passe et qu’il n'est plus là, les souvenirs de ses performances continuent de hanter ceux qui l'ont connu, et son héritage musical perdure.