Harry Chapin - Dogtown Lyrics

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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 Gloucester 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 gray 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 Gloucester 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

At the endless rolling whisper of the waves

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