Songtext von 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 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've got it in ya Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes But come on (come on), come on down (come on down), Sweet Virginia Oh, come on (come on), honey child (honey child), I beg of you Come on (come on), come on down (come on down), you've got it in ya Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes