Sweet Virginia

The Rolling Stones - Sweet Virginia

Wading through the waste stormy winter

And there's not a friend to help you through

Trying to stop the waves behind your eyeballs

Drop your reds drop your greens and blues

Thank you for your wine california

Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits

Yes Ive got the desert in my toenail

And hid the speed inside my shoe

But come on come on down sweet virginia

Come on honey child I beg of you

Come on come on down you got it in you

Got to scrape that sh*t right off your shoes

But come on come on down sweet virginia

Come on honey child I beg of you

Come on come on down you got it in you

Got to scrape that sh*t right off your shoes

But come on come on down sweet virginia

Come on honey child I beg of you

Come on come on down you got it in you

Got to scrape that sh*t right off your shoes