Stolen Shoes & a Rifle Lyrics
| Song | Stolen Shoes & a Rifle |
| Artist | Blitzen Trapper |
| Album | Furr |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Weather is like feathers on fire | |
| Ground's like a sound in my feet | |
| I can’t stop my shaking | |
| I’ve been traveling so low | |
| And the shoes | |
| I’ve been wearing, well they’re long and somewhat slow | |
| And a giant waking bird shakes the trees above my head | |
| Stolen shoes and a rifle | |
| I just can’t seem to stay dead | |
| Oh the stones won’t be lonely here this year it's gone now | |
| My lover she’s got brothers down in | |
| NatchezThey worship at the foot of the keep | |
| My trails been cold for days but | |
| I hear them all the same | |
| Scattered out like wildfire on the plain | |
| And the giant waking bird shakes the trees above my head | |
| Stolen shoes and a rifle | |
| I just can’t seem to stay dead | |
| Oh the stones won’t be lonely here this year it's gone now | |
| Weather is like feathers on fire |
| Weather is like feathers on fire | |
| Ground' s like a sound in my feet | |
| I can' t stop my shaking | |
| I' ve been traveling so low | |
| And the shoes | |
| I' ve been wearing, well they' re long and somewhat slow | |
| And a giant waking bird shakes the trees above my head | |
| Stolen shoes and a rifle | |
| I just can' t seem to stay dead | |
| Oh the stones won' t be lonely here this year it' s gone now | |
| My lover she' s got brothers down in | |
| NatchezThey worship at the foot of the keep | |
| My trails been cold for days but | |
| I hear them all the same | |
| Scattered out like wildfire on the plain | |
| And the giant waking bird shakes the trees above my head | |
| Stolen shoes and a rifle | |
| I just can' t seem to stay dead | |
| Oh the stones won' t be lonely here this year it' s gone now | |
| Weather is like feathers on fire |
| Weather is like feathers on fire | |
| Ground' s like a sound in my feet | |
| I can' t stop my shaking | |
| I' ve been traveling so low | |
| And the shoes | |
| I' ve been wearing, well they' re long and somewhat slow | |
| And a giant waking bird shakes the trees above my head | |
| Stolen shoes and a rifle | |
| I just can' t seem to stay dead | |
| Oh the stones won' t be lonely here this year it' s gone now | |
| My lover she' s got brothers down in | |
| NatchezThey worship at the foot of the keep | |
| My trails been cold for days but | |
| I hear them all the same | |
| Scattered out like wildfire on the plain | |
| And the giant waking bird shakes the trees above my head | |
| Stolen shoes and a rifle | |
| I just can' t seem to stay dead | |
| Oh the stones won' t be lonely here this year it' s gone now | |
| Weather is like feathers on fire |
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