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Tyler Childers | Feathered Indians
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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
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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
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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
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