"Virginia's Real" lyrics - GUY CLARK

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

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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

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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

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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

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She cast a spell no tongue can tell
No prophet can reveal
Quiet as death hold your breath
She played Virginia's Real

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