Way out here, working on the docksThe idea that “Everybody here's a number, not a name” may well resonate with camp workers “As (they) sit alone, after a long day/In the absence of company”, particularly those working over the holidays.
Everyone sees the long day through
Well, what would I do without the nights and the phone
And the chance just to talk to you
Hornsby covers the flip side of migration on the beautiful The River Runs Low, which focuses on those left behind when workers leave for jobs. There is no video I can find but you can hear it here.
This is a Ben Cameron cover (you can hear the lyrics a bit more clearly than the muddy Hornsby videos I could find).
Way out here, working on the docks
Everyone sees the long day through
Well, what would I do without the nights and the phone
And the chance just to talk to you
Whoa, what would I do now
Hey, just to talk to you
A thousand miles away, hey hey
What I wouldn't give for only one night
A little relief in sight
Someday when times weren't so tight
When the day goes down on water town
When the sun sinks low all around
That's when I know I, I need you now
Yes, you're what I miss, every little kiss
Every little one, every little one
Everybody here's a number, not a name
But I guess it's all right with me
As I sit alone, after a long day
In the absence of company
Whoa, I let my mind wander
A thousand miles away hey hey
What I wouldn't give for only one night
A little relief in sight
Someday when times weren't so tight
When the day goes down on water town
When the sun sinks low all around
That's when I know I, I need you now
Yes, you're what I miss, every little kiss
Every little one, every little one
What I wouldn't give for only one night
A little relief in sight
Someday when times weren't so tight
When the day goes down on water town
When the sun sinks low all around
That's when I know I, I need you now
Yes you're what I miss, every little kiss
Every little one, every little one
What I wouldn't give for only one night
A little relief in sight
Someday when times weren't so tight
When the day goes down on water town
When the sun sinks low all around
That's when I know I, I need you now
Yes, you're what I miss, every little kiss
Every little one, every little one
-- Bob Barnetson
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