Cannery Row Songtext
von RJ Thompson

Excuse my shackled voice, it is not weary
But left unused it crackles with the arc of time
Now that I have your ear I will not waste it
You know there was a time when you would pay for mine
But in my hour of need I stole from one man
Above the banker′s heart thieves steal a greater claim
When everybody in this place had somewhere
And somebody kind to keep them sane
Well I chose to let them go
Talking to strangers on Canary Row


The truth is that I held that man at gunpoint
But there were never any bullets or a master plan
I only needed money for my children
But where are they now for their old man?
Well they chose to let me go
Please talk to me strangers on Canary Row

Okay, okay, I shot a single round off
I didn't have the training for that awful sound
Well he who holds his hands up asks for mercy
But he hit the ground, he hit the ground
And my dear friend, well I will repent
And my dear friend, when the whistle blows
My dear friend, no good will come
From talking to strangers on Canary Row