(G)Look out, Ma ma, there’s a (C)white boat com in’ up the (G)riv er,

with a (C)big red bea con and a flag and a man on the rail.

I think you (C)bet ter call John ’cause it don’t look like they’re here to de (Bm)liv er

the mail.

And it’s (Bm7)less than a mile twen a way.

I (Bm7)hope they did n’t come to stay.

It’s got (Bm7)num bers on the side and a (Cmaj7)gun, and it’s mak in’ big (D)waves.

(G)Dad dy’s gone and my broth (C)er’s out hunt in’ in the (G)moun tains.

with Big (C)John’s been drink in’ since the riv er a took Em my Lou.

I So the (C)pow ers that be left me here look to they’re do the de (Bm)think in’.

the mail.

And I (Bm7)just than turned mile twen ty two.

I (Bm7)was won der in’ what to do.

And the (Bm7)clos er they the got, and the (Cmaj7)more those it’s feel in’ in’s (D)grew.