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[Verse 1]
 G                            Am
"Gents to the middle," said a young girl's fiddle
        C                    G
And you ain't got nothin' to lose
G                       C
Allemande right she can play it all night
        Am                            G
She can fiddle off the bottom of your shoes


[Chorus]
C      D      G                  C
Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
G                  D            G
How she hangs that music in the air


[Verse 2]
G                     C
Promenade down to the lonesome sound
     Am                    G
Of a whip-poor-will in the night
G                    C
Sashay back, look at old mad Jack
        Am            G
Hugging everything in sight


[Chorus]
C      D      G                  C
Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
G                  D           (G)
How she hangs that music in the air


[Interlude]
| G   D   | C   G   | C     | D   G   |
| C       | C   G   | G     | G       |


[Verse 3]
G              C
Banjo Bill, he stopped stock still
       Am                   G
As the notes came a-rolling by
   G                   C
It filled his ears and eased his fears
      Am               G
And a tear come to his eye


[Chorus]
C      D      G                  C
Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
G                  D            G
How she hangs that music in the air


[Verse 4]
    G                  Em       C
The old string bass he lost his place
        C                    G
And his arms, they felt like steel
    G      D           C        G
The guitar man dropped both his hands
       G
And he swore it was not real


[Chorus]
C      D      G                  C
Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
G                  D             (G)
How she hangs that bristol in the air


[Interlude]
| G     | Em   G   | C   G   | G     |
| G     | C    G   | G       | G     |
| C     | D        | G       | C     |
| G     | D        | G       | G     |


[Verse 5]
     G
It's golden strings on eagle's wings
       C              G
To the callin' of the squares
            G      D                 C      G
And there's fiddle tunes and there's fiddle tunes
       Am      G
But Virginia's splittin' hairs


[Chorus]
C      D      G                  C
Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
G                  D            G
How she hangs that music in the air


[Verse 6]
    G               D
She cast a spell no tongue can tell
   C             G
No prophet can reveal
G               C
Quiet as death, hold your breath
    G
She played "Virginia's Real"


[Chorus]
C      D      G                  C
Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
G                  D            G
How she hangs that music in the air


[Chorus]
C      D      G                  C
Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
G                  D           (G)
How she hangs that music in the air


[Otro]
| G   C   | G     | G     | G   C   |
| C       | C     | G     | G       |
| C       | C     | C     | G       |
| G   C   | G     | G     | G       |
| G       |