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				11-26-2003, 07:43 AM
			
			
			
		 
               
 Look out, Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the riverWith a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail
 I think you 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 and my brother's out huntin' in the mountains
 Big John's been drinkin' 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 feelin's grew
 
 Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassurin'
 He told me' "Red means run, son, and numbers add up to nothin'"
 When the first shot hit the dock 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 never figured
 Would fade away so young
 With so much left undone
 Remember me to my love, I know I'll miss her
 
 Powderfinger Neil Young (Rust Never Sleeps)
  
            
               
 
				**Practicing the dark art of turn signal usage since 1976.**   |