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Feathered Indians (Explicit)

Tyler Childers
2017-08-043:10 minSynced lyrics

"Feathered Indians (Explicit)" is a song by Tyler Childers, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:10 long and contains 42 lines and 249 words.

Lyrics

0:00Feathered Indians - Tyler Childers
0:21Well my buckle makes impressions
0:24On the inside of her thigh
0:27There are little feathered Indians
0:29Where we tussled through the night
0:32If I'd known she was religious
0:35Then I wouldn't have came stoned
0:38To the house of such an angel
0:40Too f**ked up to get back home
0:54Lookin' over West Virginia smoking
0:58Spirits on the roof
1:00She asked ain't anybody told ya
1:03That them things are bad for you
1:06I said many folks have warned me
1:08There's been several people try
1:11But up till now there ain't been nothing
1:14That I couldn't leave behind
1:17Hold me close my dear
1:23Sing your whispering song
1:28Softly in my ear
1:34And I will sing along
1:38Honey tell me how your love runs true
1:43And how I can always count on you
1:48Be there when the bullets fly
1:50I'd run across the river just to hold
1:52You tonight
2:15Well my heart is sweating bullets
2:17From the circles it has raced
2:20Like a little feathered Indian
2:23Callin' out the clouds for rain
2:26I'd go runnin' through the thicket
2:28I'd go careless through the thorns
2:31Just to hold her for a minute
2:34Though it'd leave me wanting more
2:37Hold me close my dear
2:43Sing your whispering song
2:48Softly in my ear
2:54And I will sing along
2:58Honey tell me how your love runs true
3:03And how I can always count on you
3:08To be there when the bullets fly
3:10I'd run across the river just to hold you tonight
Feathered Indians - Tyler Childers
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 f**ked 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 till now there ain't been nothing
That I couldn't leave behind
Hold me close my dear
Sing your whispering 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
Be there when the bullets fly
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
Hold me close my dear
Sing your whispering 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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