Virginia's Real

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
 Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
 How she hangs that music in the air
 Now promenade down to the lonesome sound
 Of a whippoorwill in the night
 Sashay back and look at old mad Jack
 Hugging everything in sight
 He said, "Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
 How she hangs that music in the air"
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 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, how she makes that bowhair fly
 How she hangs that music in the air"
 The old string bass, he lost his place
 And his arms, they felt like steel
 And a guitar man dropped both his hands
 And he swore it was not real
 And said, "Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
 How she hangs that crystal in the air"
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 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
 Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
 How she hangs that music in the air
 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, 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"