Wadin through the waste stormy winter
And there s not a friend to help you through.
Tryin to stop the waves behind your eyeballs
Drop your redsdrop your greens and blues.
Thank you for your wineCalifornia
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits.
Yes I got the desert in my toenail
And I hid the speed inside my shoe.
But come oncome on down Sweet Virginia
Come onhoney childI beg of you.
Come oncome on downyou got it in ya.
Got to scrape the shit right off you shoes.
I want you to come oncome on down Sweet Virginia
I want you come onhoney childI beg of you. .
I want you come onhoney child you got it in you.
Got to scrape that shit right off you shoes.
But come oncome on down Sweet Virginia
Come oncome on downI beg of you.
Come oncome on downyou got it in you.
Got to scrape that shit right off you shoes.

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