Wednesday, October 31, 2012


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 rail

I think you'd better call John,
'Cause it don't look like they're here
to deliver the mail

And it's less than a mile away
I hope they didn't come to stay
It's got numbers on the side and a gun
And it's makin' big waves.

Daddy's gone, my brother's
out hunting in the mountains
Big John's 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.

Daddy's 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 dock
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 you'd never figured

Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love, I know I'll miss her.

1 comment:

Life As I Know It Now said...

hey, this is one of my favorite Neil Young songs! :) :)