Tall Grass in Old Virginny (A song for Paul Curreri) 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