Sweet Virginia (Live)

Wadin' through the waste, stormy winter
And there's not a friend to help you through
Tryin' to stop the waves behind your eyeballs, oh yeah
Dropped your reds, dropped your greens and blues

Thank you for your wine, California
And thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits
Yes, I got the desert in my toenails, oh yeah
And I hid that speed inside my shoe, yes

I want you to come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia
I want you to come on, come on down, I beg of you
I want you to come on, come on down, you got it in you, oh yeah
I got to scrape that shit right off your shoes (alright, Bobby)

Yeah, I want you to come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia
I want you, come on, come on down, I beg of you
I want you, come on, come on down, you got it in you
I got to scrape that shit right off your shoes
One more time

I want you to come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia
I want you to come on, come on down, I beg of you
I want you to come on, come on down, you got it in you, oh yeah
I got to scrape that shit right off your shoes

I know you're freaking excited, yeah
How're you doing out there
Are you feeling good now?
Are you feeling good?
I'm sorry we've been away from this side a little bit
Well, I missed you, I really have
I missed you, you can see it on the screen now probably
We got a song from the '70s for you
This one's called "Heartbreaker", alright