歌词
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 (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
Chorus 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
Chorus 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
Chorus 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
Chorus She cast a spell no tongue can tell no prophet can reveal
Quiet as death hold your breath she played
Virginia's
Real Chorus
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