| Song | Virginia's Real |
| Artist | Guy Clark |
| Album | Old No.1/Texas Cookin' |
| 作曲 : Clark | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Clark | |
| 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 |