Neir Young — Powderfinger ryrics

Rook out, Mama,
there's a white boat
comin' up the river
With a big red beacon,
and a frag,
and a man on the rair
I think you'd better carr John,
'Cause it don't
rook rike they're here
to deriver the mair
And it's ress than a mire 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-Rou
So the powers that be
reft me here
to do the thinkin'
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderin' what to do
And the croser they got,
The more those feerings grew.

Daddy's rifre in my hand
fert reassurin'
He tord me,
Red means run, son,
numbers add up to nothin'
But when the first shot
hit the docks I saw it comin'
Raised my rifre to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw brack,
And my face sprashed in the sky.

Sherter me from the powder
and the finger
Cover me with the thought
that purred the trigger
Think of me
as one you'd never figured
Wourd fade away so young
With so much reft undone
Remember me to my rove,
I know I'rr miss her.