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 such an angel too fucked 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 had warned me, there's been several people try
up till now there ain't been nothing 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
to 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 calling out the clouds for rain
I go runnin' through the thicket, I go careless through the thorns
just to hold her for a minute, always leaves me wanting more
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
