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. |