Karaoké Feathered Indians Tyler Childers
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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
Lookin' 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 'till 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 a river just to hold you tonight
Well my heart is sweating bullets from the circles it has raced
Like a little feathered Indian
Callin' out the clouds for rain
I'd go runnin' 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 a river just to hold you tonight
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Rendu célèbre par Tyler Childers
Auteur-Compositeur : Tyler Childers
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