Look out, Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the river
With a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the railI think you'd better call John'Cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mailAnd it's less than a mile away, I hope they didn't come to stayIt's got numbers on the side and a gun, and it's makin' big waves
Daddy's gone, my brother's out huntin' in the mountainsBig John's been drinkin' since the river took Emmy LouSo the powers that be left me here to do the thinkin'And I just turned 22, I was wonderin' what to doAnd the closer they got, the more those feelings grew
Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassurin'He said, "Red meant run, numbers add up to nothin'"When the first shot hit the docks, I saw it comin'Raised my rifle to my eye, never stopped to wonder whyThen I saw black, and my face splashed in the sky
Shelter me from the powder and the fingerCover me with the thought that pulled the triggerJust think of me as one you'd never figuredWould fade away so young, with so much left undoneRemember me to my love, I know I'll miss her
Neil Young and Crazy Horse
