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
And the closer they got
The more those feelings grew la la la la
La la la laaaa la la oohhhhhhhh hoooooo

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 la la la la
La la la laaaa la la oohhhhhhhh hoooooo
Hooooo hoooo hoooo

Shelter me from the powder and the finger
Cover me with the thought
That pulled the trigger
Think of me as the one you'd never figure
You fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love, I'm gonna miss her

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Writer(s): Neil Young