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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 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 Emmylou
So the powers that be
Left me here to do the thinkin'
And I just turned 22
I was wonderin' what to do
And the closer they got, the more those feelin's grew
Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassuring
He told me red means run, son
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
Just think of me as one you'd never figured
To fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love
I know I'll miss her
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