Powderfinger - Live

Look out mama, there's a white bird coming up the river

With a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rig

I think you better call John

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 that's making big waves

Daddy's gone and my brother's out hunting in the mountain

Big John's been drinking since the river took Emmy Lou

So the powers that be left me here to do the thinking

And I just turned twenty-two

I was wondering what to do

The closer they got, the more those feelings grew

Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassuring

He told me red beats run, son, numbers add up to nothing

When the first shot hit the dock, I saw it coming

Raised my rifle to my eye

Never stopped to wonder why

Then I saw black and my face flashed in the sky

Shelter me from the powder and the anger

Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger

Just think of me as one you never figured

Was gonna fade away so young

With so much left undone

Remember me to my love, I know I'll miss her