| Song | Dogtown |
| Artist | Harry Chapin |
| Album | Heads & Tales |
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| [00:00.00] | Dogtown (LP版) - Harry Chapin |
| [00:09.20] | Up in Massachusetts |
| [00:12.78] | There's a little spit of land |
| [00:16.97] | The men who make the maps |
| [00:20.85] | Yes they call the place Cape Ann |
| [00:25.08] | The men who do the fishing |
| [00:28.83] | Call it Gloucester Harbor Sound |
| [00:32.96] | But the women left behind |
| [00:36.92] | They call the place Dogtown |
| [00:42.99] | The men go out for whaling |
| [00:46.57] | Past the breakers and the fogs |
| [00:50.55] | The women stay home waiting |
| [00:54.04] | They're protected by the dogs |
| [00:58.13] | A tough old whaler woman |
| [01:01.48] | Who had seen three husbands drown |
| [01:05.91] | Polled the population |
| [01:09.32] | And she named the place Dogtown |
| [01:14.32] | There's all these grey faced women |
| [01:18.23] | In their black widow's gowns |
| [01:22.76] | Living in this graveyard granite town |
| [01:29.30] | Yeah you soon learn there's many |
| [01:33.09] | More than one way to drown |
| [01:36.83] | That's while going to the dogs |
| [01:40.92] | Here in Dogtown |
| [01:46.01] | And she speaks |
| [01:48.79] | My father was a merchant |
| [01:52.01] | All in the Boston fief |
| [01:55.70] | When my husband came |
| [01:57.94] | And asked him for my hand |
| [02:03.57] | But little did I know then |
| [02:07.03] | That a Gloucester whaler's wife |
| [02:11.22] | Marries but the sea salt |
| [02:14.58] | And the sand |
| [02:18.60] | He took me up to Dogtown |
| [02:22.26] | The day I was a bride |
| [02:25.87] | We had ten days together |
| [02:29.53] | Before he left my side |
| [02:33.05] | He's the first mate of a whaling ship |
| [02:36.99] | The keeper of the log |
| [02:40.64] | He said farewell my darling |
| [02:43.92] | I'm going to leave you |
| [02:47.30] | With my dog |
| [02:54.54] | And I have seen the splintered timbers |
| [02:58.57] | Of a hundred shattered hulls |
| [03:02.02] | Known the silence of the granite |
| [03:05.27] | And the screeching of the gulls |
| [03:09.16] | I've heard that crazy widow Cather |
| [03:12.86] | Walk the harbor as she raves |
| [03:17.33] | At the endless rolling whisper of the waves |
| [03:39.73] | Sitting by the fireside |
| [03:42.96] | The embers slowly die |
| [03:47.82] | Is it a sign of weakness |
| [03:51.80] | When a woman wants to cry |
| [03:56.83] | The dog is closely watching |
| [04:00.89] | The fire glints in his eye |
| [04:06.02] | No use to go to sleep this early |
| [04:10.29] | No use to even try |
| [04:21.53] | My blood beats like a woman's |
| [04:26.59] | I've got a woman's breast and thighs |
| [04:32.53] | But where am I to offer them |
| [04:36.79] | To the ocean or the skies |
| [04:43.46] | Living with this silent dog |
| [04:47.84] | All the moments of my life |
| [04:54.34] | He has been my only husband |
| [04:59.16] | Am I a widow or his wife |
| [05:10.43] | Yes it's a Dogtown and it's a fog town |
| [05:17.59] | And there's nothing around 'cept the sea pounding granite ground |
| [05:26.36] | And this black midnight horror of a hound |
| [05:43.83] | I'm standing on this craggy cliff |
| [05:48.10] | My eyes fixed on the sea |
| [05:51.97] | Six months past when his ship was due |
| [05:55.72] | I'm a widow to be |
| [05:59.67] | For liking this half living with the lonely and the fog |
| [06:07.37] | You need the bastard of the mating of a woman and a dog |
| [06:24.09] | And I have seen the splintered timbers of a hundred shattered hulls |
| [06:31.54] | Known the silence of the granite and the screeching of the gulls |
| [06:38.49] | I've heard that crazy widow Cather walk the harbor as she raves |
| [06:46.46] | At the endless rolling whisper of the waves |
| [06:53.95] | At the endless rolling whisper of the waves |
| [07:01.97] | At the endless rolling whisper of the waves |
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| [00:00.00] | Dogtown LP ban - Harry Chapin |
| [00:09.20] | Up in Massachusetts |
| [00:12.78] | There' s a little spit of land |
| [00:16.97] | The men who make the maps |
| [00:20.85] | Yes they call the place Cape Ann |
| [00:25.08] | The men who do the fishing |
| [00:28.83] | Call it Gloucester Harbor Sound |
| [00:32.96] | But the women left behind |
| [00:36.92] | They call the place Dogtown |
| [00:42.99] | The men go out for whaling |
| [00:46.57] | Past the breakers and the fogs |
| [00:50.55] | The women stay home waiting |
| [00:54.04] | They' re protected by the dogs |
| [00:58.13] | A tough old whaler woman |
| [01:01.48] | Who had seen three husbands drown |
| [01:05.91] | Polled the population |
| [01:09.32] | And she named the place Dogtown |
| [01:14.32] | There' s all these grey faced women |
| [01:18.23] | In their black widow' s gowns |
| [01:22.76] | Living in this graveyard granite town |
| [01:29.30] | Yeah you soon learn there' s many |
| [01:33.09] | More than one way to drown |
| [01:36.83] | That' s while going to the dogs |
| [01:40.92] | Here in Dogtown |
| [01:46.01] | And she speaks |
| [01:48.79] | My father was a merchant |
| [01:52.01] | All in the Boston fief |
| [01:55.70] | When my husband came |
| [01:57.94] | And asked him for my hand |
| [02:03.57] | But little did I know then |
| [02:07.03] | That a Gloucester whaler' s wife |
| [02:11.22] | Marries but the sea salt |
| [02:14.58] | And the sand |
| [02:18.60] | He took me up to Dogtown |
| [02:22.26] | The day I was a bride |
| [02:25.87] | We had ten days together |
| [02:29.53] | Before he left my side |
| [02:33.05] | He' s the first mate of a whaling ship |
| [02:36.99] | The keeper of the log |
| [02:40.64] | He said farewell my darling |
| [02:43.92] | I' m going to leave you |
| [02:47.30] | With my dog |
| [02:54.54] | And I have seen the splintered timbers |
| [02:58.57] | Of a hundred shattered hulls |
| [03:02.02] | Known the silence of the granite |
| [03:05.27] | And the screeching of the gulls |
| [03:09.16] | I' ve heard that crazy widow Cather |
| [03:12.86] | Walk the harbor as she raves |
| [03:17.33] | At the endless rolling whisper of the waves |
| [03:39.73] | Sitting by the fireside |
| [03:42.96] | The embers slowly die |
| [03:47.82] | Is it a sign of weakness |
| [03:51.80] | When a woman wants to cry |
| [03:56.83] | The dog is closely watching |
| [04:00.89] | The fire glints in his eye |
| [04:06.02] | No use to go to sleep this early |
| [04:10.29] | No use to even try |
| [04:21.53] | My blood beats like a woman' s |
| [04:26.59] | I' ve got a woman' s breast and thighs |
| [04:32.53] | But where am I to offer them |
| [04:36.79] | To the ocean or the skies |
| [04:43.46] | Living with this silent dog |
| [04:47.84] | All the moments of my life |
| [04:54.34] | He has been my only husband |
| [04:59.16] | Am I a widow or his wife |
| [05:10.43] | Yes it' s a Dogtown and it' s a fog town |
| [05:17.59] | And there' s nothing around ' cept the sea pounding granite ground |
| [05:26.36] | And this black midnight horror of a hound |
| [05:43.83] | I' m standing on this craggy cliff |
| [05:48.10] | My eyes fixed on the sea |
| [05:51.97] | Six months past when his ship was due |
| [05:55.72] | I' m a widow to be |
| [05:59.67] | For liking this half living with the lonely and the fog |
| [06:07.37] | You need the bastard of the mating of a woman and a dog |
| [06:24.09] | And I have seen the splintered timbers of a hundred shattered hulls |
| [06:31.54] | Known the silence of the granite and the screeching of the gulls |
| [06:38.49] | I' ve heard that crazy widow Cather walk the harbor as she raves |
| [06:46.46] | At the endless rolling whisper of the waves |
| [06:53.95] | At the endless rolling whisper of the waves |
| [07:01.97] | At the endless rolling whisper of the waves |
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| ar: Harry Chapin | |
| al: Heads Tales | |
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| [00:00.00] | Dogtown LP bǎn - Harry Chapin |
| [00:09.20] | Up in Massachusetts |
| [00:12.78] | There' s a little spit of land |
| [00:16.97] | The men who make the maps |
| [00:20.85] | Yes they call the place Cape Ann |
| [00:25.08] | The men who do the fishing |
| [00:28.83] | Call it Gloucester Harbor Sound |
| [00:32.96] | But the women left behind |
| [00:36.92] | They call the place Dogtown |
| [00:42.99] | The men go out for whaling |
| [00:46.57] | Past the breakers and the fogs |
| [00:50.55] | The women stay home waiting |
| [00:54.04] | They' re protected by the dogs |
| [00:58.13] | A tough old whaler woman |
| [01:01.48] | Who had seen three husbands drown |
| [01:05.91] | Polled the population |
| [01:09.32] | And she named the place Dogtown |
| [01:14.32] | There' s all these grey faced women |
| [01:18.23] | In their black widow' s gowns |
| [01:22.76] | Living in this graveyard granite town |
| [01:29.30] | Yeah you soon learn there' s many |
| [01:33.09] | More than one way to drown |
| [01:36.83] | That' s while going to the dogs |
| [01:40.92] | Here in Dogtown |
| [01:46.01] | And she speaks |
| [01:48.79] | My father was a merchant |
| [01:52.01] | All in the Boston fief |
| [01:55.70] | When my husband came |
| [01:57.94] | And asked him for my hand |
| [02:03.57] | But little did I know then |
| [02:07.03] | That a Gloucester whaler' s wife |
| [02:11.22] | Marries but the sea salt |
| [02:14.58] | And the sand |
| [02:18.60] | He took me up to Dogtown |
| [02:22.26] | The day I was a bride |
| [02:25.87] | We had ten days together |
| [02:29.53] | Before he left my side |
| [02:33.05] | He' s the first mate of a whaling ship |
| [02:36.99] | The keeper of the log |
| [02:40.64] | He said farewell my darling |
| [02:43.92] | I' m going to leave you |
| [02:47.30] | With my dog |
| [02:54.54] | And I have seen the splintered timbers |
| [02:58.57] | Of a hundred shattered hulls |
| [03:02.02] | Known the silence of the granite |
| [03:05.27] | And the screeching of the gulls |
| [03:09.16] | I' ve heard that crazy widow Cather |
| [03:12.86] | Walk the harbor as she raves |
| [03:17.33] | At the endless rolling whisper of the waves |
| [03:39.73] | Sitting by the fireside |
| [03:42.96] | The embers slowly die |
| [03:47.82] | Is it a sign of weakness |
| [03:51.80] | When a woman wants to cry |
| [03:56.83] | The dog is closely watching |
| [04:00.89] | The fire glints in his eye |
| [04:06.02] | No use to go to sleep this early |
| [04:10.29] | No use to even try |
| [04:21.53] | My blood beats like a woman' s |
| [04:26.59] | I' ve got a woman' s breast and thighs |
| [04:32.53] | But where am I to offer them |
| [04:36.79] | To the ocean or the skies |
| [04:43.46] | Living with this silent dog |
| [04:47.84] | All the moments of my life |
| [04:54.34] | He has been my only husband |
| [04:59.16] | Am I a widow or his wife |
| [05:10.43] | Yes it' s a Dogtown and it' s a fog town |
| [05:17.59] | And there' s nothing around ' cept the sea pounding granite ground |
| [05:26.36] | And this black midnight horror of a hound |
| [05:43.83] | I' m standing on this craggy cliff |
| [05:48.10] | My eyes fixed on the sea |
| [05:51.97] | Six months past when his ship was due |
| [05:55.72] | I' m a widow to be |
| [05:59.67] | For liking this half living with the lonely and the fog |
| [06:07.37] | You need the bastard of the mating of a woman and a dog |
| [06:24.09] | And I have seen the splintered timbers of a hundred shattered hulls |
| [06:31.54] | Known the silence of the granite and the screeching of the gulls |
| [06:38.49] | I' ve heard that crazy widow Cather walk the harbor as she raves |
| [06:46.46] | At the endless rolling whisper of the waves |
| [06:53.95] | At the endless rolling whisper of the waves |
| [07:01.97] | At the endless rolling whisper of the waves |