The Rolling Stones - Sweet Virginia lyrics

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 sh** right off your shoes Come on, come on down, you got it in ya. Got to scrape the sh** 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 sh** 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 sh** right off you shoes.