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INTERPRÉTATION
Neil Young
Neil Young
Chant
Billy Talbot
Billy Talbot
Basse
Frank Sampedro
Frank Sampedro
Chœurs
Ralph Molina
Ralph Molina
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Neil Young
Neil Young
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chris Bellman
Chris Bellman
Ingénierie de mastérisation
David Briggs
David Briggs
Production
John Hanlon
John Hanlon
Production
Richard Kaplan
Richard Kaplan
Ingénierie

Paroles

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 they're 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 has 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 Just 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
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