Feathered Indians
Tyler Childers
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Well, my Dbuckle makes impressions on the Ainside of her thigh
There are Glittle feathered Indians where we tussled through the night
If I'd Dknown she was religious then I Awouldn't have came stoned
To the Ghouse of such an angel too fucked up to get back home
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Lookin' Dover West Virginia, smoking Aspirits on the roof
She asked ain't Ganybody told ya that them things are bad for you
I said Dmany folks have warned me, there's been Aseveral people try
But up till Gnow there ain't been nothing that I couldn't leave behind
A7Hold me close, my Gdear
A7Sing your whisperin' Gsong
A7softly in my Gear
and A7I will sing Galong
Honey, tell me how your Hmlove Aruns Gtrue
and how I Hmcan always Acount on Gyou
Ato be there when the bullets fly
I'd Grun across the Griver just to Ghold you Dtonight
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Well, my Dheart is sweatin' bullets from the Acircles it has raced
Like a Glittle feathered Indian calling out the clouds for rain
I go Drunnin' through the thicket, I go Acareless through the thorns
just to Ghold her for a minute, though it'd leave me wanting more
A7Hold me close, my Gdear
A7Sing your whisperin' Gsong
A7softly in my Gear
and A7I will sing Galong
Honey, tell me how your Hmlove Aruns Gtrue
and how I Hmcan always Acount on Gyou
Ato be there when the bullets fly
I'd Grun across the Griver just to Ghold you Dtonight
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