Sweet Virginia

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, beg you Come on, come on down, you got it in ya Got to scrape the shit right off your shoes Yeah, I want you to come on, come on down Sweet Virginia I want you to come on, come on down Sweet Virginia I want you come on, honey child, I beg you I want you come on, honey child you got it in you Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes But come on, come on down Sweet Virginia Come on, come on down, I beg Come on, come on down, you got it in you Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes --- Sweet Virginia - The Rolling Stones