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Текст песни "Powderfinger" |
 "Look out mama there's a white boat comin' up the river
With a big red beaken and a flag and a man on the rail
I think you better call John 'cause it don't look like there here to deliver the mail
And there less than a mile a way
I hope they didn't come to stay
Its got numbers on the side and a gun and it's making me brave
Dady's gone, my brothers out huntin' in the mountains
Big Johns been drinkin' since the river took Annie-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
The more I thought the more thoes feelings grew
Dady's rifle in my hand felt re-assurin'
He told me "red means run son, numbers add up to nothing"
But when the first shot hit the dock I saw it comin'
raised my rifle to my eye
Never thought to wonder why
Then I say black and my face flash in the sky
Shelter me from the Powder and the Finger
Comfort me with the thought that pulled the triger
Think of me with what you never needed
The girl you'll know you'll miss her
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