The Rolling Stones - Sweet Virginia

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

Thank you for your wine, California,
Thank you for your sweet and bitter [bad word] 
Yes I got the desert in my toenail
And I hid the speed inside my shoe.

 [bad word] on [bad word] on down Sweet Virginia,
I want [bad word] on, honey child, I beg of you.
I want you [bad word] on [bad word] on down, you got it in you.
Got to scrape the [bad word] right off you shoes.

 [bad word] on [bad word] on down Sweet Virginia, [bad word] on, honey child, I beg of you. [bad word] on [bad word] on down, you got it in you.
Got to scrape that [bad word] right off you shoes.
 [bad word] on [bad word] on down Sweet Virginia, [bad word] on, honey child, I beg of you. [bad word] on [bad word] on down, you got it in you.
Got to scrape that [bad word] right off you shoes.