Dog Town

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[Verse]
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Up in Massachusetts there's a 
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little spit of land
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The men who make the maps, yes they
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 call the place Cape Anne
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The men who do the fishing call it 
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Gloucester Harbor Sound
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But the women left behind, they 
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call the place Dogtown

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The men go out for whaling past the
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 breakers and the fogs
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The women stay home waiting, 
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they're protected by the dogs
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A tough old whaler woman who had 
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seen three husbands drown
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Polled the population and she 
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named the place Dogtown

[Chorus}
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There's all these grey faced women 
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in their black widow's gowns
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Living in this graveyard granite 
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town
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You soon learn there's many more 
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than one way to drown
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That's while going to the dogs, 
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here in Dogtown

{Verse 2}
And she speaks...
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My father was a merchant all in 
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the Boston Fife
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When my husband came and asked him
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 for my hand
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But little did I know then that a 
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Gloucester Whaler's wife
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Marries but the sea salt and the 
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sand
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He took me up to Dogtown the day I 
was a bride
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We had ten days together before he
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 left my side
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He's the first mate on a whaling 
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ship, the keeper of the log
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He said, "Farewell my darling, I'm 
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gonna leave you    with my dog."

{Chorus 2)
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And I have seen the splintered 
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timbers of a hundred shattered hulls
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Known the silence of the granite 
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and the screeching of the gulls
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I've heard that crazy Widow Cather 
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walk the harbor as she raves
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At the endless rolling whisper of 
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the waves
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Sitting by the fireside, the 
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embers slowly die
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Is it a sign of weakness when a 
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woman wants to cry
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The dog is closely watching, the 
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fire glints in his eye


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No use to go to sleep this early, 
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no use       to even try
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My blood beats like a woman's, I've 
got a woman's breasts and thighs
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But where am I to offer them, to the
 ocean or the skies?
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Living with this silent dog all the 
moments of my life
He has been my only husband, am I a
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 widow,    or his wife?

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Yes it's a dog town
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And it's a fog town
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And there's nothing around
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'Cept the sea pounding granite 
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ground
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And this black, midnight horror of
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 a hound


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I'm standing on this craggy cliff, 
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my eyes fixed on the sea
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Six months past when his ship was 
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due, I'm a widow-to-be
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For liking this half-living with 
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the lonely and the fog
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You need the bastard of the mating 
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of a woman and a dog

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And I have seen the splintered 
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timbers of a hundred shattered hulls
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Known the silence of the granite 
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and the screeching of the gulls
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I've heard that crazy Widow Cather 
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walk the harbor as she raves
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At the endless rolling whisper of 
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the waves