Rolling Stones

Sweet Virgina

- Jagger/Richard

Wadin' through the 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 your wine, California,
thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits.
Yes I got the desert in my toenail
and I hid the speed inside my shoe.
But Come on, come on down Sweet Virginia,