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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 HUNTIN'
IN THE MOUNTAINS
BIG JOHN'S BEEN DRINKIN'
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
THE CLOSER THEY GOT
THE MORE THOSE FEELIN'S 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 DOCK
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
JUST 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...