| Song | Powderfinger |
| Artist | Neil Young & Crazy Horse |
| Album | Weld |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Young | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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. |
| zuo qu : Young | |
| 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 EmmyLou | |
| So the powers that be | |
| left me here | |
| to do the thinkin' | |
| And I just turned twentytwo | |
| 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 | |
| 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. |
| zuò qǔ : Young | |
| 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 EmmyLou | |
| So the powers that be | |
| left me here | |
| to do the thinkin' | |
| And I just turned twentytwo | |
| 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 | |
| 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. |