[Intro] D A GD A GD A Well my buckle makes impressions on the inside of her thighG There are little feathered indians where we tussled through the nightD A If i'd known she was religious then i wouldnt have came stonedG To the house such an angel too fucked up to get back home( D A G )( D A G )D A Lookin over west virginia smoking spirits on the roofG She asked aint anybody told ya that them things are bad for youD A I said many folks had warned me, theres been several people tryG But Up til now there ain't been nothing i that i couldn't leave behindA7 G Hold me close my dearA7 G Sing your whisperin songA7 G Softly in my earA7 G And i will sing alongG Bm A G Honey tell me how your love runs trueG Bm A G And how i can always count on youG Bm A G To be there when the bullets flyD G I'd run across the river just to hold you tonight( D A G )D A Well my heart is sweatin bullets from the circles it has racedG Like a little feathered indian calling out the clouds for rainD A I go runnin through the thicket, i go careless through the thornsG Just to hold her for a minute, always leaves me wanting moreA7 G Hold me close my dearA7 G Sing your whisperin songA7 G Softly in my earA7 G And i will sing alongG Bm A G Honey tell me how your love runs trueG Bm A G And how i can always count on youG A G To be there when the bullets flyG I'd run across the river just to hold you tonight
Feathered Indians
Tyler Childers
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