Sweet Virginia - Ronnie Lane

Bummin' on the stormy winter, yeah

Well down there, there ain’t a friend to pull you through

Well, you got to hide those waves behind your eyeballs, yeah

You drop those reds, you drop those greens and blues

Ooh, thank you for your wine, California, yeah

Yeah, thank you for your sweet and bitter fruit

Yeah, I guess I, I got the desert in my toenail, yeah

And I hid the speed inside my shoe

Ooh, 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 ya, yeah

Got to scrape the shit right off you shoes

Ooh now, thank you for your wine, California, yeah

Yeah, thank you for your sweet and bitter fruit

Well, I guess I, I got the desert in my toenail

And I hid the speed inside my shoe

Now, come on, come on down, I beg of you

Come on, come on down, you got it in you, yeah

You got to scrape that shit right off you shoes

(thank you very much)