my buckle makes impressions
on the in side 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
Smokin' spirits on the roof
She asked, ain't anybody told you
That them things are bad for you?
I said, many folks aboard me
But there's been several people try
But up till 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
To be there when the bullets fly
I'd run across a river
just to hold you tonight
Well, my heart is sweatin' bullets
from the circles it has raced
Like a little feathered engine
callin' out the clouds to rain
I go runnin' through the thicket
I go careless through the thorn
Just to hold her for a minute
Though it'd leave me wantin' more
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
ooo ooo
OOO
ooo ooo ooo ooo you