Keith Richards - Sweet Virginia lyrics

Wadin' through this waste stormy winter And there's not a friend to help you through Tryin' to stop the waves behind your eyeballs Drop your reds, drop your greens and blues Thank you for the 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 old shoe Well, come on, come on down, sweet Virginia Come on, honey child, I beg of you Come on, come on down, you got it in ya You got to scrape that shine right off your shoes Oh, come on, come on down, sweet Virginia Come on, honey child, I beg of you Come on, come on down, you got it in ya You got to scrape that shine right off your shoes Come on, come on down, sweet Virginia Come on, honey child, I beg of you Come on, come on down, you got it in ya You got to scrape that shine right off your shoes Oh come on, come on down, sweet Virginia Come on, honey child, I beg of you Come on, come on down, you got it in ya You got to scrape that shine right off your shoes