Karaoké Sweet Virginia The Rolling Stones

Wadin' through this 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've got the desert in my toenail hu hu

And I hid the speed inside my old shoe

Well come on come on down sweet Virginia

Come on honey child beg of you

Come on come on down you got it in ya

You got to scrape that shit right off your shoes

I wish you come on and say it now

Yeah, oh come on come on down sweet Virginia

I said I want you to come on honey child beg of you

Now I'm still gonna come on come on down you got it in ya

You got to scrape that shit right off your shoes

One more time let me hear you say now

Come on come on down sweet Virginia

I said I want you to come on honey child beg of you

Now I still wanna come on come on down you got it in ya

You got to scrape that shit right off your shoes