Guy Clark – Virginias Real (Guitar)

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"Gents to the middle," said a young girl's fiddle

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And you ain't got nothin' to lose

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Allemande right she can play it all night

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She can fiddle off the bottom of your shoes

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Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly

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How she hangs that music in the air

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Promenade down to the lonesome sound

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Of a whip-poor-will in the night

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Sashay back, look at old mad Jack

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Hugging everything in sight

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Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly

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How she hangs that music in the air

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Banjo Bill, he stopped stock still

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As the notes came a-rolling by

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It filled his ears and eased his fears

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And a tear come to his eye

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Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly

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How she hangs that music in the air

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The old string bass he lost his place

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And his arms, they felt like steel

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The guitar man dropped both his hands

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And he swore it was not real

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Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly

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How she hangs that bristol in the air

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It's golden strings on eagle's wings

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To the callin' of the squares

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And there's fiddle tunes and there's fiddle tunes

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But Virginia's splittin' hairs

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Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly

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How she hangs that music in the air

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She cast a spell no tongue can tell

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No prophet can reveal

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Quiet as death, hold your breath

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She played "Virginia's Real"

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Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly

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How she hangs that music in the air

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Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly

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How she hangs that music in the air