Well, I can tell y'all, that ain't a cut from Night Beat (btw, a pretty good album) by the late great Sam Cooke. He was dead long before Sweet Virginia. The soundcloud clip reminds me of the old days, the bold days, the haze days, when wine women and song and feelin' groovy was a way of life. We'd sit around with acoustic guitars, maybe some bongos and/or a tambourine, guzzling down Mad Dog 20/20 with Boone's Farm as a chaser, maybe a hit of Wild Turkey or two for excitin', some mellow reefer to calm it all down. A lava light or lamp with a scarf over it, ala Keef, would be glowing off somewhere in the distance, that distance usually being 4 or 5 feet though it seemed much further away. Someone would start a riff on one of the guitars and we'd take off from there. You'd be amazed how long a jam you can make out of songs like this one here or Season of The Witch when time and the medications all work right. Life advice: Don't bogart that joint my friend, pass it over to me.