Feathered Indians Maggie Antone

[Verse 1]
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 fucked up to get back home

[Verse 2]
Lookin' over West Virginia
Smokin' Spirits on the roof
She asked "Ain't anybody told you
That them things are bad for you?"
I said, "Many folks have warned me
Therе's been several peoplе try
But up 'til now, there ain't been nothin'
That I couldn't leave behind"

[Chorus]
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