| Sweet Virginia |
|---|
| 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’ve got the desert in my toenail |
| And 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 |
