Boston
Red socks sun rising early
First day of spring and the birds are surely
Singing away down at the Fenway
Slip on my boots, stroll to the corner
Give the newspaper man a buck and a quarter
I make way over to Newbury cafe
I know there ain't nothing down home about it
But it suits my country soul
From my hat down to my toes
Boston, you're the biggest little town I know
Everybody wants to go up to Boston
Boston, shakes me up gets under my skin, y'all
I'll never be the same again after Boston
Pull out my chair, throw down the paper
Sweet salty air blows in from the bay where
Tourists line up to sail the harbor
Gaze up the stairs, a fancy boutique
A girl who works there, she does it for me
Yeah, dinner for two, one day I'll ask her
I know there ain't nothing down home about her
But she suits my country soul
From her head down to her toes
Boston, you're the biggest little town I know
Everybody wants to go up to Boston
Boston, shakes me up gets under my skin, y'all
I'll never be the same again after Boston
Y'all it's wicked awesome
Writer/s: AMANDA COLLEEN WILLIAMS, NATE BARRETT
