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Wadin' through this waste stormy winter |
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And there's not a friend to help you through |
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Tryin' to stop the waves behind your eyeballs |
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Drop your reds, drop your greens and blues |
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Thank you for the wine, |
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California |
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Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits |
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Yes, I've got the desert in my toenail |
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And hid the speed inside my old shoe |
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Well, come on, come on down, sweet |
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VirginiaCome on, honey child, |
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I beg of you |
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Come on, come on down, you got it in ya |
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You got to scrape that shine right off your shoes |
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Oh, come on, come on down, sweet |
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VirginiaCome on, honey child, |
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I beg of you |
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Come on, come on down, you got it in ya |
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You got to scrape that shine right off your shoes |
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Come on, come on down, sweet |
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VirginiaCome on, honey child, |
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I beg of you |
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Come on, come on down, you got it in ya |
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You got to scrape that shine right off your shoes |
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Oh come on, come on down, sweet |
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VirginiaCome on, honey child, |
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I beg of you |
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Come on, come on down, you got it in ya |
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You got to scrape that shine right off your shoes |