Virginia’s Real

Album cover art for "Virginia’s Real" by Guy Clark

Guy Clark - Pop

Virginia’s Real

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Duration: 2:59

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[Verse 1] "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 [Chorus] Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly How she hangs that music in the air [Verse 2] Now promenade down to the lonesome sound Of a whip-poor-will in the night Sashay back, look at old mad Jack Hugging everything in sight [Chorus] He said oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly How she hangs that music in the air [Verse 3] Now Banjo Bill, he stopped stock still As the notes came a-rolling by And it filled his ears and eased his fears And a tear come to his eye [Chorus] He said oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly How she hangs that music in the air [Verse 4] 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 [Chorus] He said oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly How she hangs that crystal in the air [Fiddle Solo] [Verse 5] 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 [Chorus] Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly How she hangs that music in the air [Verse 6] Now she cast a spell no tongue can tell No prophet can reveal Quiet as death, hold your breath She played "Virginia's Real" [Chorus] 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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  • Guy Clark