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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 hunting

 in the mountains

 Big John's been drinking

 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.

Daddy's rifle in my hand

 felt reassurin'

He said,

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.

Shelter me from the powder

 and the finger

Cover me with the thought

 that pulled the trigger

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.