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