Guy Clark - Virginia's Real lyrics

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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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