SWEET VIRGINIA
Rolling Stones


C                         A           G 
Wading through the waste stormy winter

Thank you for your wine California
C                         A           G
and there's  not a friend  to help you through
thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits
C                         A           G
Trying to stop the waves  behind your eye-balls    
C
Yes I got the desert in my toe-nail
G                   D              G
Drop your reds  drop your greensan blues[G]
C
And I hid the speed inside my shoes
C                         A           G
Come on,  come on down,   Sweet    Virginia
C                         A           G
Come on,  honey  Child     I beg of    you
C                         A           G            C
Come on,  come on down,     you got it in you
G				D7	G       C
Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes
