歌曲名 Dogtown 歌手名 Harry Chapin

作词：Harry Chapin+Sandy Chapin

作曲：Harry Chapin+Sandy Chapin

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 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 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