D A G x2
D A
well my buckle makes impressions on the inside of her thigh
G
there are little feathered indians where we tussled through the night
D A
if I'd known she was religious then I wouldn't have came stoned
G
to the house of such an angel too fucked up to get back home
D A G x2
D A
lookin' over West Virginia smoking spirits on the roof
G
she asked ain't anybody told ya that them things are bad for you
D A
I said many folks had warned me, there's been several people try
G
but up till now there ain't been nothing that I couldn't leave behind
A7 G
hold me close my dear,
A7 G
sing your whisperin' song,
A7 G
softly in my ear,
A7 G
and I will sing along
Bm A G
honey tell me how your love runs true
Bm A G
and how I can always count on you
A
to be there when the bullets fly
G G G D
I'd run across the river just to hold you tonight
D A G x2
D A
well my heart is sweatin' bullets from the circles it has raced
G
like a little feathered indian calling out the clouds for rain
D A
I go runnin' through the thicket, I go careless through the thorns
G
just to hold her for a minute, though it'd leave me wanting more
A7 G
hold me close my dear,
A7 G
sing your whisperin' song,
A7 G
softly in my ear,
A7 G
and I will sing along
Bm A G
honey tell me how your love runs true
Bm A G
and how I can always count on you
A
to be there when the bullets fly
G G G D
I'd run across the river just to hold you tonight
D A G x2
Bm
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