Tyler Childers - Feathered indians

Well my ^Gbuckle makes impressions On the ^Dinside of her thigh There are ^Cadd9little feathered Indians

If I'd ^Gknown she was religious Then I w^Douldn't have came stoned To the ^Cadd9house of such an angel

Lookin' ^Gover West Virginia Smoking ^DSpirits on the roof She asked ^Cadd9ain't anybody told ya

I said m^Gany folks have warned me There's been ^Dseveral people try But up till n^Cadd9ow, there ain't been nothing

^DHold me close m^Cadd9y dear ^DSing your whispering^Cadd9 song S^Doftly in m^Cadd9y ear ^DAnd I will sing^Cadd9 along Honey tell me how^Em your lo^Dve runs ^Cadd9true And how I can ^Emalways co^Dunt on^Cadd9 you ^DTo be there when the bullets^Cadd9 fly I'd^Em run across the rive^Dr just to hold you ^Cadd9tonight Well my ^Gheart is sweating bullets From the^D circles it has raced Like a ^Cadd9little feathered indian

I'd go ^Grunnin' through the thicket I'd go ^Dcareless through the thorns Just to^Cadd9 hold her for a minute

H^Dold me close my^Cadd9 dear ^DSing your whisperin^Cadd9g song S^Doftly in m^Cadd9y ear A^Dnd I will sing^Cadd9 along Honey tell me ^Emhow your ^Dlove runs^Cadd9 true And how I^Em can always c^Dount on ^Cadd9you T^Do be there when the bullet^Cadd9s fly I'^Emd run across the river just ^Dto hold you ^Cadd9tonight