And he would play

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 snappin' fingers

Tappin' toes

And beggin' 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

Done