I was trying to think of some fun, family friendly songs that would work good sitting around the campfire. How about a lesson on the Tennessee Flat Top Box? Rosanne Cash I think? but it could be from someone even earlier. Seems kinda easy, with a cool base run.....Can anyone help me out?
Love the sight!, makes me believe that I can actually learn guitar! A lot different than the first few dark months when I almost gave up!
Thanks!
Matt (Pants)
I was trying to think of some fun, family friendly songs that would work good sitting around the campfire. How about a lesson on the Tennessee Flat Top Box? Rosanne Cash I think? but it could be from someone even earlier.
Yup, it's older than that...
Her dad wrote it!
Here's a tab of the intro riff that I found (I'm at work, so I don't have a guitar handy to test it out...)
e]----------------------------------------------------------]
B]----------------------------------------------------------]
G]-0-1-2-3---3--3-1-0---------------------------------------]
D]--------3---3------3-1--0---------------------------------]
A]--------------------------3-1--1--1--1------3--3--3--3--3-]
E]------------------------------1--1--1--1--1--1--1--1--1---]
And the rest of the song from a different tab (also found, and not tested)
intro D / / A / / /
A E
verse1 In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town
E A
Sat a boy and his guitar and the people came from all around
(E) (F#)(Ab) A E
And all the girls from there to Austin
E A
Were slippin' 'way from home and puttin' jewelry in hock
(E)(F#) (Ab) A E
To take the trip, to go and listen
E A
To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
(A)(B) (Db) D
And he would play
turnaround D / / / A D / / A (repeat)
verse2 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
turnaround
verse3 Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round
He 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
turnaround
I wrapped a newspaper ’round my head
So I looked like I was deep
