Virginia’s Real

[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