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****d 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"

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

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