Powderfinger - Beat Farmers

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 thinking

And I just turned twenty-two

I was wonderin' what to do

The closer they got, the more those feelings grew

Daddy’s rifle in my hand felt reassuring

He told me, red means run son, numbers add up to nothing

But when the first shot hit the dock, I saw it coming

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 figure

Would fade away so young

With so much left undone

Remember me to my love, I know I’ll miss her