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 hid the speed inside my shoe. But come on come on down Sweet Virginia. Come on honey child I beg of you. Come on come on down you got it in you. Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes.