Wading through the waste stormy winter And there's not a friend to help you through Trying to stop the waves behind your eye-balls Drop your reds drop your greens an blues Chorus: 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 that sh** right off your shoes Thank you for your wine california Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits Yes i got the desert in my toe-nail And i hid the speed inside my shoes Chorus