Powderfinger

Powderfinger - Cowboy Junkies

Written by：Neil Young

Look out mama there's a

White boat coming down 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 making big waves

Daddy's 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

Daddy's 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 I'll miss her