Sweet Virginia by Rolling Stones, The

Wading through the waste stormy winter
(m. jagger/k. richards)
And there's not a friend to help you through

Trying to stop the waves behind your eyeballs
Wadin' through the waste stormy winter,
Drop your reds drop your greens and blues
And there's not a friend to help you through.

Tryin' to stop the waves behind your eyeballs,
Thank you for your wine, California
Drop your reds, drop your greens and blues.
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits

Yes, I've got the desert in my toenail
Thank you for your wine, california,
And hid the speed inside my shoe
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits.

Yes i got the desert in my toenail
But come on come on down Sweet Virginia
And i hid the speed inside my shoe.
Come on honey child I beg of you


But come on, come on down sweet virginia,
Come on come on down you got it in you
Come on, honey child, i beg of you.
Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes
Come on, come on down, you got it in ya.
Got to scrape the shit right off you shoes.

I want you to come on, come on down sweet virginia,
I want you come on, honey child, i beg of you. .
I want you come on, honey child you got it in you.
Got to scrape that shit right off you shoes.

But 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.
Got to scrape that shit right off you shoes.