| G | G | G | G | | G | G | G | G | [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 [Outro] | G C | G | G | G C | | C | C | G | G | | C | C | C | G | | G C | G | G | G | | G |