Amanda Colleen Williams - 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

Written by:
AMANDA COLLEEN WILLIAMS, NATE BARRETT

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