Letra de 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 shoesOh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly How she hangs that music in the airNow promenade down to the lonesome sound Of a whippoorwill in the night Sashay back and look at old mad Jack Hugging everything in sightHe said, "Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly How she hangs that music in the air"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 eyeHe 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 realAnd said, "Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly How she hangs that crystal in the air"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' hairsOh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly How she hangs that music in the airNow she cast a spell no tongue can tell No prophet can reveal Quiet as death hold your breath She played Virginia's RealOh 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"