The plaintive refrains of this song have been running thru my head for three days now. Hopefully, I can put it up here and get it into some of you guy's heads, and finally be able to get it out of mine!
In theory, kind of like, you can't get rid of a cold, until you give it to someone else. With that in mind, listen at your own risk!
Sort of makes me feel like dancin', tho.
Any of you girls out there wanna boot-scoot?
I've supplied the lyrics below, so you can sing along as you listen. That will help to imbed it deeply into your brain.
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
Just think of me as one you'd never figured
Who's gonna fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love,
I know I'll miss her.
Now, maybe I can get back to the business at hand of humming JingleBells and Frosty the Snowman throughout the day!
Merry Christmas everyone!
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