Wading through the waste stormy winter
And there's not a friend to help you through
Trying to stop the waves behind your eye-balls
Drop your reds drop your greens an blues
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Come on, come on down, sweet virginia
Come on, honey child i beg of you
Come on, come on down, you got it in you
Got to scrape that sh** right off your shoes
Thank you for your wine california
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits
Yes i got the desert in my toe-nail
And i hid the speed inside my shoes
Chorus