Lyrics > Rolling Stones – Sweet Virginia

Writers: Jagger/Richards
Published: Colgems-EMI Music, Inc. ASCAP
From: Rolling Stones – Exile on Main St. (2xLP, US)
Source: Pop Catastrophe
Notes: This song was released by Pussy Galore on their cover of Exile on Main St. [RELEASE / LYRICS].

All Down The Line

I Just Want To See His Face

Shake Your Hips

Stop Breaking Down

Sweet Black Angel

Torn And Frayed

Turd On The Run

Ventilator Blues

Wading through the waste stormy winter
And there’s not a friend to help you through
Trying to stop the waves behind your eyeballs, ah ha
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 toenail, ah ha
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 the shit right off your shoes Yeah I want you to come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia
I said I want you to come on, honey child, I beg of you

Oh
Said, I want you to come on honey child, you got it in you, ah ha
Got to scrape the shit right off your shoes
One more time
Yeah
come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia
Yeah
Come on, come on down, I beg of you
come on, come on down, you got it in you
Got to scrape the shit right off your shoes