Powderfinger

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 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 me brave

Daddy's gone, my brother's out huntin' in the mountains

Big John's been drinkin' since the river took Annie-Lou

So the powers that he left me here to do the thinkin'

And I just turned twenty-two

I was wonderin' what to do

The closer it got the more those feelings grew

Daddy's rifle in my hand felt re-assurin'

He told me,"Red means run son, numbers add up to nothing"

But when the first shot hit the dock I saw it comin'

Raised my 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 feared

You fade away so young

There's so much left undone

Remember me for my love, I know I miss her