Conner Smith – Feathered Indians Lyrics

 Lyrics Conner Smith – Feathered Indians

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 of such an angel
Too messed up to get back home
(Ooh)

Lookin’ over West Virginia
Smokin’ Spirits on the roof
She asked, “Ain’t anybody told ya
That them things are bad for you?”
Well, I said, “Many folks have warned mе
I’ve had several pеople try
But up ’til now, there ain’t been nothin’
That 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 little feathered Indians
Callin’ out the clouds for rain
And I’d go runnin’ through the thicket
I’d go careless through the thorns
Just to hold her for a minute
Though it’d leave me wantin’ 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

Yeah, I’d run across the river (I’d run)