Wading through the waste
Stormy winter
And there's not a friend
To help you through
Trying to stop the waves
Behind your eyeballs
Drop your reds
Drop your greens and blues
Thank you for your wine
California
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 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
The shit right off your shoes
I want you to come on
Come on down
Sweet Virginia, yeah
I said, I want you to come on
Honey child
I beg of you
I'm begging, come on
Honey child
You got it in you
Got to scrape
That shit right off your shoes
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 you
Got to scrape
That shit right off your shoes