Feathered Indians

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[Intro]

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

[Verse 1]

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

[Verse 2]

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 havе warned me

Therе's been several people try

Up 'til now, there ain't been nothin'

That I couldn't leave behind"

[Chorus]

So hold me close, my dear—