Feathered Indians

Well my buckle makes impressions On the inside of her thigh There are little feathered Indians Where we tussled through the night If I'd known she was religious Then I wouldn't have came stoned To the house of such an angel Too fucked up to get back home Looking over West Virginia Smoking Spirits on the roof She asked ain't anybody told ya That them things are bad for you I said, "Many folks have warned me There's been several people try But up 'til now, there ain't been nothing That I couldn't leave behind" Hold me close, my dear Sing your whispering song Softly in my ear And I will sing along Honey, tell me how your love runs true And how I can always count on you To be there when the bullets fly I'd run across the river just to hold you tonight Well, my heart is sweating bullets From the circles, it has raced Like a little feathered Indian Calling out the clouds for rain I'd go running through the thicket I'd go careless through the thorns Just to hold her for a minute Though it'd leave me wanting more Hold me close, my dear Sing your whispering song Softly in my ear And I will sing along Honey, tell me how your love runs true And how I can always count on you To be there when the bullets fly I'd run across the river just to hold you tonight