powderfinger

look out

mama

there's a white boat coming 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 making 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 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