PowderFinger

"Look out mama there's a white boat comin' up the river

With a big red beaken and a flag and a man on the rail

I think you better call John 'cause it don't look like there here to deliver the mail

And there less than a mile a way

I hope they didn't come to stay

Its got numbers on the side and a gun and it's making me brave



Dady's gone, my brothers out huntin' in the mountains

Big Johns been drinkin' since the river took Annie-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

The more I thought the more thoes feelings grew



Dady's rifle in my hand felt re-assurin'

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

But when the first shot hit the dock I saw it comin'

raised my rifle to my eye

Never thought to wonder why

Then I say black and my face flash in the sky



Shelter me from the Powder and the Finger

Comfort me with the thought that pulled the triger

Think of me with what you never needed

The girl you'll know you'll miss her

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