Powderfinger

Powderfinger -Cowboy Junkies
Written by ：Neil Young
Look out mama theres a
White boat coming down 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 making 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 all the thinking
And I just turned twenty two
I was wondering what to do
And the closer they got
The more those feelings grew
Daddys rifle in my hand felt reassuring
He told me red means run
Son numbers add up to nothing
But when that first shot hit the dock
I saw it coming
Raised the rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why
Then I saw black and
My face flash in the sky
Shelter me from the
Powder and the finger
Cover me with the thought
That pulled the trigger
Just think of me as
One
You never figured
To fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love
I know Ill miss her