Tyler Childers – Feathered Indians (Purgatory Album)

Tyler Childers – Feathered Indians (Purgatory Album)

Well my buckle makes impressions on the inside of her thigh
There are little feathered indians where we tussled through the night

If i’d known she was religious then i wouldn’t have came stoned
To the house such an angel too fucked up to get back home

Lookin over west virginia smoking spirits on the roof
She asked ain’t anybody told ya that them things are bad for you

I said many folks had warned me, theres been several people try
Up til now there ain’t been nothing i couldn’t leave behind

Hold me close my dear
Sing your whisperin 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 sweatin bullets from the circles it has raced
Like a little feathered indian calling out the clouds for rain

I go runnin through the thicket, i go careless through the thorns
Just to hold her for a minute, always leaves me wanting more

Hold me close my dear
Sing your whisperin 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

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