Feathered Indians
Tyler Childers
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Well, my Gbuckle makes impressions on the Dinside of her thigh
There are Clittle feathered Indians where we tussled through the night
If I'd Gknown she was religious then I Dwouldn't have came stoned
To the Chouse of such an angel too fucked up to get back home
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Lookin' Gover West Virginia, smoking Dspirits on the roof
She asked ain't Canybody told ya that them things are bad for you
I said Gmany folks have warned me, there's been Dseveral people try
But up till Cnow there ain't been nothing that I couldn't leave behind
D7Hold me close, my Cdear
D7Sing your whisperin' Csong
D7softly in my Cear
and D7I will sing Calong
Honey, tell me how your Emlove Druns Ctrue
and how I Emcan always Dcount on Cyou
Dto be there when the bullets fly
I'd Crun across the Criver just to Chold you Gtonight
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Well, my Gheart is sweatin' bullets from the Dcircles it has raced
Like a Clittle feathered Indian calling out the clouds for rain
I go Grunnin' through the thicket, I go Dcareless through the thorns
just to Chold her for a minute, though it'd leave me wanting more
D7Hold me close, my Cdear
D7Sing your whisperin' Csong
D7softly in my Cear
and D7I will sing Calong
Honey, tell me how your Emlove Druns Ctrue
and how I Emcan always Dcount on Cyou
Dto be there when the bullets fly
I'd Crun across the Criver just to Chold you Gtonight
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