Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beat Farmers
Beat Farmers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Young
Neil Young
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Craig Leon
Craig Leon
Producer

Lyrics

Look out mama, there's a white boat coming up the river
With a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail
I think you'd better call Big 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 making big waves
Daddy's gone, my brother's hunting up 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 wondering what to do
The closer they got, the more those feelings grew
Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassuring
He said red means run son, numbers add up to nothing
But when the first shot hit the dock, I saw it coming
Held 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
That'd fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love
I know I'll miss her
Written by: Neil Young
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