Powderfinger -neil young
Look out mama theres a white boat comin up the river
With a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail
I think youd better call john
Cause it dont look like theyre here to deliver the mail
And its less than a mile away
I hope they didnt come to stay
Its got numbers on the side and a gun
And its makin big waves
Daddys gone my brothers out hunting in the mountains
Big johns been drinking since the river took emmy-lou
So the powers that be left me here to do the thinkin
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderin what to do
And the closer they got
The more those feelings grew
Daddys rifle in my hand felt reassurin
He told me red means run son numbers add up to nothin
But when the first shot hit the docks I saw it comin
Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why
Then I saw black
And my face splashed in the sky
Shelter me from the powder and the finger
Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger
Think of me as one youd never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love
I know Ill miss her