Letra de 'Virginia's Real' de Guy Clark

Now gents to the middle said a young girl's fiddle
And you ain't got nothing to lose
Allemande right she can play it all night
She can fiddle of the bottom of your shoes

Oh me oh my how she makes that bowhair fly
How she hangs that music crystal 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...
[ fiddle ]
Now Banjo Bill he stopped stock still as the notes come a rolling by
And it filled his ears and eased his fears and a tear come to his eye
He said oh me oh my...

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...
[ fiddle ]
Now it's golden strings on eagle's wings to the calling of the squares
There's fiddle tunes and there's fiddle's tunes but Virginia's splittin' hairs
He said oh me oh my...

Now she cast a spell no tongue can tell no prophet can reveal
Quiet as death hold your breath she played Virginia's real
Oh me oh my...
And it's oh me oh my...