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)