Tall Grass In Old Virginny Lyrics

Jeffrey Foucault Tall Grass In Old Virginny

Tall grass in old Virginny
The river high
The bridegroom skinny
Too dressed up
To do much else but look around
He’s standing aimless in the aisle
With a shoeshine and a smile
Just waiting for the whole deal
To go down

We lost money he and I
All down the Mason-Dixon Line
In empty bars
And odd cafes outside of town
And we probably drank too much
But we laughed just like to bust
And I don’t guess I’d
Have things the other
Way around

Famous, famous
Lord knows
That ain’t us
But restless, reckless
Wearing out
It sure as hell beats
Going to rust

Tall grass in old Virginny
The moon is high
The music tinny
And they’re dancing
As the Shenandoah rolls on by
So let it roll
You let it roll
And God bless your crooked soul
No shooting star
Is half so blue
Or half so bright