Beck — Sweet Virginia

Mike Ness: Wadin' through the waste stormy winter And there's not a friend to help you through Try and stop the waves behind your eyeballs Drop your reds, drop your greens and blues Eddie Vedder: Thank you for your wine, California Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruit Yes I got the desert in my toenail And I hid the speed deep inside my shoe Ness, Vedder, and Beck: Come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia Come on, honey child, I beg of you Come on, come on down, you got it in ya Got to scrape that shit right off your shoe Come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia I said I want you come on, honey child, I beg you Come on, honey child, you got it in you Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes