Feathered Indians
Tyler Childers, 2017
capo 5, key of G
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chorus
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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 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 had warned me, there's been several people try,
But, up till now there ain't been nothing, that I couldn't leave behind.
chorus
Hold me close my dear,
Sing your whisperin' 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 sweatin' bullets, from the circles it has raced,
Like a little feathered Indian, calling out the clouds for rain.
I go runnin' through the thicket, I go careless through the thorns,
Just to hold her for a minute, always leaves me wanting more.