The Rolling Stones Sweet Virginia song lyrics

Wadin' through the waste stormy winter

And there's not a friend to help you through

Tryin' 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 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 got it in ya, a-ha

Got to scrape the shit right off you shoes

Yes, I want you to come on, come on down Sweet Virginia

I said, I want you come on, honey child, I beg of you

I want you come on, honey child, you got it in you, a-ha

Got to scrape that shit right off you shoes

Come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia

Come on, come on down, I beg of you

Come on, come on down, you got it in you, a-ha

Got to scrape that shit right off you shoes