Feathered Indians (Cover)

 

Oh-oh-oh-woah-oh-woah, ayy

 

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 fucked up to get back home

I'm too fucked up to get back home

 

Lookin' over West Virginia, smokin' 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

Up 'til now, there ain't been nothin' that I couldn't leave behind"

 

So hold me close, my dear