Mary Garvey
Chorus: I’ve worked all my life in a cannery shed And if I’m dying or you think I’m dead Don’t bury my bones, just put ’em instead In a can in the cannery shed Now the cannery shed perches over the river Where the winter winds blow and you freeze and you shiver When the boss comes around I might have to give her My opinion of the cannery shed We chop off the heads, and we chop off the tails Scoop out the guts, and throw ’em in the pails Won’t get a rest till the next schooner sails From the dock at the cannery shed There’s no time to talk, no time to linger You’d better move sharp or you might lose a finger It’d turn stomach if you knew everything here’s Been canned in the cannery shed LaFaye he went away and he wrote me a letter I tucked it up high in the sleeve of my sweater And it slipped and it fell and landed in the shredder Now it’s canned in the cannery shed Now the cannery boy he’s a very happy fella If he gets him a girl from the little town of Stella I would if I could but I’m not going to tell ya What goes on behind the cannery shed