Originally performed by Neil Young

© Silver Fiddle Music, ASCAP

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 docks 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
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