G Well my buckle makes impressions D On the inside of her thigh C There are little feathered Indians Where we tussled through the night G If I'd known she was religious D Then I wouldn't have came stoned C To the house of 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 have warned me There's been several people try But up 'til now, there ain't been nothing That I couldn't leave behind Chorus: D C Hold me close my dear D C Sing your whispering song D C Softly in my ear D C And I will sing along Em D C Honey tell me how your love runs true Em D C And how I can always count on you D To be there when the bullets fly C I'd run across the river just to hold you tonight Well my heart is sweating bullets From the circles it has raced Like a little feathered indian Callin' out the clouds for rain 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 wanting more Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC D Em G |