Sweet Virginia

The Rolling Stones

BPM: 107

Chords: G  D  C  A

Lyrics:

Wadin’, through the waste, stormy winter
And there’s, not a friend, to help you through
Tryin’ to, stop the waves, behind your eyeballs, ah-hah
Drop your reds, drop your greens and blues

Thank you, for your wine, California
Thank you, for your sweet and bitter fruits
Yes I, got the desert, in my toenails, ah-hah
And I, hid your speed, inside my shoes

I want you to come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia
Come on, come on down, I beg of you
I want you to come on, come on down, you got it in ya, ah-hah
Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes

Come on, come on down Sweet Virginia
Come on, come on down, I beg of you
Come on, come on down, you got it in ya, ah-hah
Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes

Come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia
Won’t you come on, come on down, I beg o’ you
Come on, come on down, you got it in ya, ah-hah
Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes