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