Virginia's Real Lyrics - The Essential Guy Clark - 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