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Tim Wittman - Cannery Row © / 18 January 2010 / Folk


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"Cannery Row" lyrics

           Cannery Row

 

By Tim Wittman ©2010

 

Chorus

 

I come from the land of Cannery Row

 

Where the wind blows soft to the sea.

 

Where the sea birds sing

 

And the cedar trees cling

 

To my heart and a song of the sea.

 

 Verse #1 – 

 

Back in the day the kids would play

 

Where fish and fishermen gather.

 

Gulls reel and cry over nets piled high

 

As they watch for a silv’ry prize.

 

Boats plow home while tenders groan

 

On lines anchored fast in the ocean.

 

Ride at anchor low, full of fish below

 

Setting sun on an incoming tide.

 

Chorus 

 

Verse #2 –

 

At the dock there waits

 

Sweet Cannery Kate,

 

She worked on the line as a slimer.

 

With skin so fair and auburn hair

 

Sun and sea shone bright in her eyes.

 

A sight to behold to young and old

 

Rubber boots and her cannery apron.

 

She was every man’s wish

 

Smelled of fresh caught fish

 

Touched my heart right through to my soul.

 

Chorus

 

Verse #3

 

Spent the summer in love

 

With the moon above

 

Sailing off to wherever we fancy.

 

And steal a kiss from my little miss

 

As the sun sinks low in the sky.

 

How could I know that love would grow

 

My love for the fisherman’s daughter?

 

That some day we’d share

 

Our laughter where

 

My heart sings a song of the sea!


 

About my song

I spent so much of my youth growing up on the waterfront docks of Anacortes, a small town located in the Pacific Northwest region of Washington State and the San Juan Islands. It could be any fishing village, east coast or west, where people make their living harvesting from the sea. Cannery Row was a place for a boy and a young man who dreamed of fulfilling the dream of raising a family, making a living doing what others have done for generations, and all that time loving the sea. Most of those canneries remain, although many are no longer running. But when I walk the streets and waterfront docks, I can still see and hear the sights and sounds of a bygone era.

Cannery row creates images, draws upon experiences, and touches on humor. There really was a Cannery Kate, a line job called a “slimer,” and everything smelled like fresh fish!

I want to thank my sister, Pam Hobson (vocal harmony), and brother-in-law, Greg Hobson (upright bass and technical support), for their participation in this project.

Enjoy! Tim