The Rolling Stones - Sweet Virginia

Wadin' through the waste stormy winterAnd there's not a friend to help you throughTryin' to stop the waves behind your eyeballsDrop your reds, drop your greens and bluesThank you for your wine, CaliforniaThank you for your sweet and bitter fruitsYes, I got the desert in my toenailAnd I hid the speed inside my shoeBut come on, come on down, Sweet VirginiaCome on, honey child, I beg of youCome on, come on down, you got it in ya, a-haGot to scrape the shit right off you shoesYes, I want you to come on, come on down Sweet VirginiaI said, I want you come on, honey child, I beg of youI want you come on, honey child, you got it in you, a-haGot to scrape that shit right off you shoesCome on, come on down, Sweet VirginiaCome on, come on down, I beg of youCome on, come on down, you got it in you, a-haGot to scrape that shit right off you shoes