Virginia’s Real Guy Clark

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[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