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Lyrics for Dogtown by Chapin Harry:
| | | Artist: | Chapin Harry |
| | Album: | Heads And Tails | | Track: | Dogtown | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 215 | | | | Lyrics: | Up in Massachusetts There's a little spit of land.
The men who make the maps, yes, they call
the place Cape Ann.
The men who do the fishing call it Glouster Harbor Sound,
But the
women left behind, they call the place Dogtown.
The men go out for whaling, past the
breakers and the fogs.
The women stay home waiting they're protected by the dogs.
A
tough old whaler woman who had seen three husbands drown,
Polled the population and she named
the place Dogtown.
There's all these grey faced women in their black widow's
gowns,
Living in this grave yard granite town.
Yeah, you soon learn there's many more
than one way to drown;
That's while going to the dogs here in Dogtown.
And she
speaks: My father was a merchant all in the Boston fief.
When my husband came and asked him
for my hand.
But little did I know then that a Glouster whaler's wife
Marries but the
sea salt and the sand.
He took me up to Dogtown the day I was a bride.
We had ten
days together before he left my side.
He's the first mate of a whaling ship,
the keeper
of the log.
He said, "Farewell, my darling, I'm going to leave you with my dog."
And I have seen the splintered timbers of a hundred shattered hulls,
Known the silence of the
granite and the screeching of the gulls,
I've heard that crazy widow Cather walk the harbor as
she raves
At the endless rolling whisper of the waves.
Sitting by the fireside,
the embers slowly die.
Is it a sign of weakness when a woman wants to cry?
The dog is
closely watching the fire glints in his eye.
No use to go to sleep this early, no use to even
try.
My blood beats like a woman's,
I've got a woman's breast and thighs.
But where am I to offer them
to the ocean or the skies?
Living with this silent
dog
all the moments of my life,
He has been my only husband;
am I a widow, or his
wife?
Yes, it's a Dogtown and it's a fog town,
And there's nothing around 'cept
the sea pounding granite ground
And this black midnight horror of a hound.
I'm
standing on this craggy cliff,
my eyes fixed on the sea.
Six months past, when his ship
was due,
I'm a widow to be.
For liking this half living with the lonely and the
fog,
You need the bastard of the mating of a woman and a dog.
And I have seen the
splintered timbers of a hundred shattered hulls,
Known the silence of the granite and the
screeching of the gulls,
I've heard that crazy widow Cather walk the harbor as she raves
At the endless rolling whisper of the waves.
At the endless rolling whisper of the
waves.
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