Текст песни NEIL YOUNG - Powderfinger
NEIL YOUNG - Powderfinger слова песни
Текст песни NEIL YOUNG - Powderfinger
Look out, Mama,there's a white boatcomin' up the riverWith a big red beacon,and a flag,and a man on the railI think you'd better call John,( )'Cause it don'tlook like they're hereto deliver the mailAnd it's less than a mile awayI hope they didn't come to stayIt's got numbers on the sideand a gunAnd it's makin' big waves.Daddy's gone,my brother's out huntingin the mountainsBig John's been drinkingsince the river took Emmy-LouSo the powers that beleft me hereto do the thinkin'And I just turned twenty-twoI was wonderin' what to doAnd the closer they got,The more those feelings grew.Daddy's rifle in my handfelt reassurin'He told me,Red means run, son,numbers add up to nothin'But when the first shothit the docks I saw it comin'Raised my rifle to my eyeNever stopped to wonder why.Then I saw black,And my face splashed in the sky.Shelter me from the powderand the fingerCover me with the thoughtthat pulled the triggerThink of meas one you'd never figuredWould fade away so youngWith so much left undoneRemember me to my love,I know I'll miss her.