Conner Smith - Feathered Indians

Well, my buckle makes impressions on the inside of her thigh There are little feathered Indians where we tustle 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 messed up to get back home

Looking over West Virginia, smoking Spirits on the roof She asked "Ain't anybody told ya that them things were bad for you?" Well, I said "Many folks have warned me, I've had several people try But up 'till now there ain't been nothin 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 little feathered Indians calling out the clouds for rain And I'd go running through the thicket I'd go careless through the thorns Just to hold her for 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 Yeah, I'd run across the river (I'd run)