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
Lookin' over West Virginia
Smokin' 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 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
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
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 wantin' 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
