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
Lookin' over West Virginia, smokin' Spirits on the roof
She asked, "Ain't nobody told you that them things are bad for you?"
I said, "Many folks have warned me, there's been several people try
But up 'til 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
Go on, 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 the little feathered Indian callin' out the clouds for rain
I'd go runnin' through the thick
And I'd go careless through the thorns
Just to hold her for a minute, though it'd leave me wanting more
Hold me close, my dear
Sing your whisperin' song
Softly in my ear
And I will sing along
Go on, 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