Текст (слова) песни: Neil Young - Powderfinger

 
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 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. 
 
 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.
 

Другие песни Neil Young :

Ambulane Blues
Birds
Cinnamon Girl
Don`t Be Denied
Everybody`s Alone
Fuckin` Up
Harvest Moon
Hey Hey, My My (into The Black)
I Am A Child
Let`s Roll
Old King
Only Love Can Break Your Heart
Philadelphia
Powderfinger
Rockin` In The Free World
Sugar Mountain
When You Dance I Can Really Love