D H7 A Wading through the waste stormy winter D H7 A And There's not a friend to help you through D H7 A D Trying to stop the waves behind your eyeballs A E A Drop your reds drop your greens and blues D H7 A Thank you for your wine, California D H7 A Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits D H7 A D Yes, i've got the desert in my toenail A E A And hid the speed inside my shoes Припев: D H7 A But come on, come on down sweet Virginia D H7 A Come on honey child i beg of you D H7 A D Come on, come on down you got it in you A E A D A Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes | ТональностьСбросить Размер шрифтаСбросить Аппликатуры аккордовA D E H7 |