Sweet Virginia

Bummin' on the stormy winter, yeah
Well down there, there ain’t a friend to pull you through
Well, you got to hide those waves behind your eyeballs, yeah
You drop those reds, you drop those greens and blues
Ooh, thank you for your wine, California, yeah
Yeah, thank you for your sweet and bitter fruit
Yeah, I guess I, I got the desert in my toenail, yeah
And I hid the speed inside my shoe
Ooh, come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia, yeah
Come on, come on down, I beg of you
Come on, come on down, you got it in ya, yeah
Got to scrape the shit right off you shoes
Ooh now, thank you for your wine, California, yeah
Yeah, thank you for your sweet and bitter fruit
Well, I guess I, I got the desert in my toenail
And I hid the speed inside my shoe
Now, come on, come on down, I beg of you
Come on, come on down, you got it in you, yeah
You got to scrape that shit right off you shoes
(thank you very much)