Whaling City
An epic folk song talking about the long, slow agonizing death of the fishing industry in Massachusetts. A pleasant male voice, acoustic guitars, slide guitar, bass and soft drums. Good for productions about the sea and fishing. Melancholic, emotive, sad. Three generations of fishermen.
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Lyrics
V-1
Pounding waves, misty haze
Sea legs in their prime
Weathered rough skin unshaved
The cold numbs my mind
V-2
Cod and salt stain my clothes
Calloused hands work the nets
Nerves are frayed like a rope
The years ain’t got me yet
(PRE CHORUS)
Risky days, haunting nights
On the edge of destiny
Fighting Mother Nature’s plight
Ripping holes right through me
(Chorus)
In an ole Whaling City SouthCoast Massachusetts
where my heart has found a home
mighty seas kiss the land
in this place we call our own
In an ole Whaling City SouthCoast Massachusetts
V-3
Hard times we’ve endured
Blue collar through and through
The Salty winds have cured
This first mate and crew
V-4
My old man and Granddad
Worked their whole lives at sea
As a boy and a man
They taught these skills to me
(PRE CHORUS)
Casting lines out in the sea
For the thrill of the fight
Bringing home our catch for fees
Tough as nails, life’s alright
(REPEAT CHORUS)
(BRIDGE)
Forty days walk these boots
Forty nights wear my gear
Forty days stand my watch
Forty nights face the fear
(REPEAT CHORUS)
V-1
Pounding waves, misty haze
Sea legs in their prime
Weathered rough skin unshaved
The cold numbs my mind
V-2
Cod and salt stain my clothes
Calloused hands work the nets
Nerves are frayed like a rope
The years ain’t got me yet
(PRE CHORUS)
Risky days, haunting nights
On the edge of destiny
Fighting Mother Nature’s plight
Ripping holes right through me
(Chorus)
In an ole Whaling City SouthCoast Massachusetts
where my heart has found a home
mighty seas kiss the land
in this place we call our own
In an ole Whaling City SouthCoast Massachusetts
V-3
Hard times we’ve endured
Blue collar through and through
The Salty winds have cured
This first mate and crew
V-4
My old man and Granddad
Worked their whole lives at sea
As a boy and a man
They taught these skills to me
(PRE CHORUS)
Casting lines out in the sea
For the thrill of the fight
Bringing home our catch for fees
Tough as nails, life’s alright
(REPEAT CHORUS)
(BRIDGE)
Forty days walk these boots
Forty nights wear my gear
Forty days stand my watch
Forty nights face the fear
(REPEAT CHORUS)
