Lyrics:

Look Out, Mama, Theres A White Boat Comin Up The River
with A Big Red Beacon, And A Flag, And A Man On The Rail
i Think Youd Better Call John, cause It Dont
Look Like Theyre Here To Deliver The Mail
and Its Less Than A Mile Away
i Hope They Didnt Come To Stay
its Got Numbers On The Side And A Gun
And Its Makin Big Waves.

daddys Gone, My Brothers Out
Hunting In The Mountains
big Johns Been Drinking Since The River Took Emmy-Lou
seems 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 Feelins Grew.



daddys Rifle In My Hand Felt Reassurin
he Told Me, red Means Run, Son,
And Numbers Add Up To Nothin
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 Youd Never Figured
would Fade Away So Young
with So Much Left Undone
remember Me To My Love, I Know Ill Miss Her.