Virginia's Real

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

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

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

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

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

She cast a spell no tongue can tell

no prophet can reveal

Quiet as death hold your breath

she played Virginia's Real