Tyler Childers - Feathered indians

well my^D buckle makes impressions on the i^Anside of her thigh there ^Gare little feathered indians where we tussled through the night if I'd ^Dknown she was religious then I wo^Auldn't have came stoned to the ho^Guse such an angel too fucked up to get back home

lookin^D' over West Virginia smokin^Ag spirits on the roof she as^Gked ain't anybody told ya that them things are bad for you I said m^Dany folks had warned me, there's b^Aeen several people try up till n^Gow there ain't been nothing I couldn't leave behind

^A7hold me close my ^Gdear, ^A7sing your whisperin' ^Gsong, ^A7softly in my ^Gear, ^A7and I will sing ^Galong

honey tell me how your ^Bmlove ^Aruns ^Gtrue and how I^Bm can alw^Aays count^G on you ^Ato be there when the bullets fly I'd ru^Bmn across the ri^Aver just to ^Ghold you to^Dnight

well my ^Dheart is sweatin' bullets from the cir^Acles it has raced like ^Ga little feathered indian calling out the clouds for rain I go r^Dunnin' through the thicket, I go^A careless through the thorns just ^Gto hold her for a minute, always leaves me wanting more

^A7hold me close my ^Gdear, ^A7sing your whisperin' ^Gsong, ^A7softly in my ^Gear, ^A7and I will sing ^Galong

honey tell me how your ^Bmlove ^Aruns ^Gtrue and how I^Bm can alw^Aays count^G on you ^Ato be there when the bullets fly I'd ru^Bmn across the ri^Aver just to ^Ghold you to^Dnight