Dog Town Harry Chapin [Intro] - - - [Verse] Up in Massachusetts there’s a little spit of land The men who make the maps yes they call the place Cape Anne 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 [Chorus} There’s all these grey faced women in their black widow’s gowns Living in this graveyard granite town You soon learn there’s many more than one way to drown That’s while going to the dogs here in Dogtown Verse 2 And she speaks... My father was a merchant all in the Boston Fife 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 on a whaling ship the keeper of the log He said "Farewell my darling I’m gonna leave you with my dog." {Chorus 2) 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 breasts 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 dog town 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