Karaoké Feathered Indians Tyler Childers

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