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 shit 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
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