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 I've got the desert in my toenail

And I 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've got it in ya

Got to scrape that shit 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've got it in ya

Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes