Wading through the waste stormy winter
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And there's not a friend to help you through
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Trying to stop the waves behind your eye-balls
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Drop your reds drop your greens an blues
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Chorus:
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Come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia
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Come on, honey Child I beg of you
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Come on, come on down, you got it in you
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Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes
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Thank you for your wine California
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thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits
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Yes I got the desert in my toe-nail
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And I hid the speed inside my shoes
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Chorus
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Sweet Virginia
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| Steve Earle |
