Boston - Kenny Chesney

She comes from Boston, works at the jewelry store

Down in the harbor, where the ferries come to shore

She never really knew how good it would feel

To finally find herself in a place, so warm and real

She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads

The girl she was in New England, is different now and dead

In all the local bars, she flirts and tells the boys

While they’re talking, she’s from Boston

She comes from Boston, talks to her family, now and then

Through e-mails and post-cards, she tries to explain to them

That education and occupation will have to wait for now

She loves the Rosta Reggae rhythms, her dreams have changed somehow

She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads

The girl she was in New England, is different now and dead

In all the local bars, she flirts and tells the boys

While they’re talking, she’s from Boston

Her toes dig deep and deeper in the sand

She’s seduced by the sunsets and her new life at hand

She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads

The girl she was in New England, is different now and dead

In all the local bars, she flirts and tells the boys

While they’re talking, she’s from Boston

She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads

From Boston

She came to this island from Boston