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
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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
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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
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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
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She cast a spell no tongue can tell No prophet can reveal Quiet as death hold your breath She played Virginia's Real
[Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
