Virginia's Real - Guy Clark

Now gents to the middle said a young girls 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 bow hair fly

How she hangs that music in the air

Now promenade down to the lonesome sound

Of a whippoorwill in the night

Sashay back look at old mad Jack

Huggin' everything in sight, he said

«Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bow hair fly

How she hangs that music in the air»

Now Banjo Bill he stopped stock still

As the notes came a rollin' 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 bow hair fly

How she hangs that music in the air»

Now the old String Bass he lost his place

And his arms they felt like steel

And the guitar man dropped both his hands

And he swore it was not real, he said

«Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bow hair fly

How she hangs that crystal in the air»

Now it’s golden strings on eagles 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 bow hair fly

How she hangs that music in the air

Now she cast a spell no tongue can tell

No Prophet can reveal

And quiet as death, hold your breath

She played Virginia’s real

Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bow hair fly

How she hangs that music in the air

And it’s oh me, oh my, how she makes that bow hair fly

How she hangs that crystal in the air