Mark Erelli - Powderfinger

^CLook out, Ma, there's a ^Fwhite boat coming up the ^Criver With a ^Fbig red beacon and a flag and a man on the ^Crail I think you'd ^Fbetter call John 'Cause it don't look like they're here to de^Emliver the ^Fmail And it's ^Emless than a mile a^Fway And I ^Emhope they didn't come to ^Fstay It's got ^Emnumbers on the side and a ^Fgun And it's making big ^Gwaves^C___ ^{F C}

Daddy's gone and my ^Fbrother's out hunting in the ^Cmountains Big ^FJohn's been drinking since the river took Emmy ^CLou So the ^Fpowers that be left me here to do the ^Emthinking ^F And I ^Emjust turned twenty-^Ftwo I was ^Emwondering what to ^Fdo And the ^Emcloser they got The ^Fmore those feeling's ^Ggrew^C___ ^{F C}

Daddy's rifle in ^Fmy hand felt re^Cassuring He said, "^FRed means run, son, and numbers add up to ^Cnothing" When the ^Ffirst shot hit the dock I saw it ^Emcoming ^F Raised my ^Emrifle to my ^Feye Never ^Emstopped to wonder ^Fwhy Then ^EmI saw black and my ^Fface splashed in the ^Gsky^C___ ^{F C}

Shelter me from the ^Fpowder and the ^Cfinger ^FCover me with the thought that pulled the ^Ctrigger Just ^Fthink of me as one you never ^Emfigured ^F We ^Emfade away so ^Fyoung ^EmSo much left un^Fdone Re^Emmember me to my ^Flove, I know I'll ^Gmiss her___^{C F C}