Guy Clark Lyrics
Virginia's Real Lyrics
Gents to the middle said a young girl's fiddle
And you ain't got nothin' to lose
Allemande right she can play it all night
She can fiddle off the bottom of your shoes
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Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
How she hangs that music [crystal] in the air
Promenade down to the lonesome sound
Of a whippoorwill in the night
Sashay back look at old mad Jack
Hugging everything in sight
[Chorus]
Banjo Bill he stopped stock still
As the notes came a'rolling by
It filled his ears and eased his fears
And a tear come to his eye
[Chorus]
The old string bass he lost his place
And his arms they felt like steel
The guitar man dropped both his hands
And he swore it was not real
[Chorus]
It's golden strings on eagle's wings
To the callin' of the squares
There's fiddle tunes and there's fiddle tunes
But Virginia's splittin' hairs
[Chorus]
She cast a spell no tongue can tell
No prophet can reveal
Quiet as death hold your breath
She played Virginia's Real
[Chorus]
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