The Rolling Stones — Sweet Virginia

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 You've got to scrape that shit right off you shoes [Saxophone Solo] I want you to come on and sing it with me one time... All right [Chorus] Yes, I want you to come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia I said I want you to come on, honey child, I beg of you I want you come on, honey child you've got it in you You've got to scrape that shit right off you shoes One more time Hey [Chorus] But come on, come on down Sweet Virginia Come on, come on down, I beg of you Come on, come on down, you've got it in ya You've got to scrape that shit right off you shoes