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.
Klar, danke.
Hab reingeklickt und nach 5sek gedacht: den hebst du dir für die Rente auf.
Mein Nervenkostüm ist gerade in der Reinigung. Ich brauchs momentan einfach und gerade aus
white boat comin' up the river, red means run, I saw black
FCK58 hat geschrieben:
Aber schau mal, was ich gerade gefunden habe
BBA nutzt sich bis heute nicht in meinen Ohren ab! ob Cactus, BBA oder Beck bei den Yardbirds oder später Solo: immer ein Hörgenuss.
Manchmal wird Jeff Beck übersehen wenn es um die guten Gitaristen geht, er gehört mit ganz da vorne hin
I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years, it's even worse than it appears but, it's all right
Cow is giving kerosene, kid can't read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene, but it's all right
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
Like my father before me, I will work the land,
And like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand.
He was just eighteen, proud and brave, But a Yankee laid him in his grave,
And I swear by the mud below my feet,
You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat.
