Tennessee Flattop Box Written by Johnny Cash
Seldom in life do you get do-overs. Thankfully, technology allowed me to revisit one of my first recordings, and fix what needed fixing. I recorded this song again using what I've learned since then. See if you notice the difference.
Performed by, audio recording, video recording, and edited by Stefan Zimberoff stefan.videos.online@gmail.com
Music consultant: Andrew Pelletier andrewpelletier.music@gmail.com
Video consultant: David Gavin david@loudgrackelfilms.com
Lyrics:
In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar and the people came from miles around
And all the girls from there to Austin
Were slippin' 'way from home and puttin' jewelry 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
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
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
Seldom in life do you get do-overs. Thankfully, technology allowed me to revisit one of my first recordings, and fix what needed fixing. I recorded this song again using what I've learned since then. See if you notice the difference.
Performed by, audio recording, video recording, and edited by Stefan Zimberoff stefan.videos.online@gmail.com
Music consultant: Andrew Pelletier andrewpelletier.music@gmail.com
Video consultant: David Gavin david@loudgrackelfilms.com
Lyrics:
In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar and the people came from miles around
And all the girls from there to Austin
Were slippin' 'way from home and puttin' jewelry 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
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
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
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