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Guy Clark - Virginia's Real lyrics

Artist: Guy Clark

album: The Essential Guy Clark


Now 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
Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
How she hangs that music in the air
Now promenade down to the lonesome sound
Of a whippoorwill in the night
Sashay back and look at old mad Jack
Hugging everything in sight
He said, "Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
How she hangs that music in the air"
♪
Now Banjo Bill, he stopped stock still
As the notes come a-rolling by
And it filled his ears and eased his fears
And a tear come to his eye
He said, "Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
How she hangs that music in the air"
The old string bass, he lost his place
And his arms, they felt like steel
And a guitar man dropped both his hands
And he swore it was not real
And said, "Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
How she hangs that crystal in the air"
♪
Now it's golden strings on eagle's wings
To the callin' of the squares
And there's fiddle tunes and there's fiddle tunes
But Virginia's splittin' hairs
Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
How she hangs that music in the air
Now she cast a spell no tongue can tell
No prophet can reveal
Quiet as death hold your breath
She played Virginia's Real
Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
How she hangs that music in the air
And it's, "Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
How she hangs that crystal in the air"

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