Feathered Indians Song Lyrics by Tyler Childers
Well my buckle makes impressionsOn the inside of her thighThere are little feathered IndiansWhere we tussled through the nightIf I’d known she was religiousThen I wouldn’t have came stonedTo the house of such an angelToo fucked up to get back home
Lookin’ over West VirginiaSmoking Spirits on the roofShe asked ain’t anybody told yaThat them things are bad for youI said, “Many folks have warned meThere’s been several people tryBut up ’til now, there ain’t been nothingThat I couldn’t leave behind”
Hold me close my dearSing your whispering songSoftly in my earAnd I will sing along
Honey, tell me how your love runs trueAnd how I can always count on youTo be there when the bullets flyI’d run across the river just to hold you tonight
Well my heart is sweating bulletsFrom the circles, it has racedLike a little feathered IndianCallin’ out the clouds for rainI’d go runnin’ through the thicketI’d go careless through the thornsJust to hold her for a minuteThough it’d leave me wanting more
Hold me close my dearSing your whispering songSoftly in my earAnd I will sing along
Honey, tell me how your love runs trueAnd how I can always count on youTo be there when the bullets flyI’d run across the river just to hold you tonight