Boston Songtext
von Alan James Eastwood

Huh, alright

Gonna ride a whiskey boat to Boston
Let my work pay my fare
Forget about you, honey babe
And all the trouble going on back there

Don′t write me no letters
'Cause that will never do
I′m so tired of being
Some federal woman's poor fool

I'm gonna be a no care kind
And the place you be way behind my mind


Gonna be a whiskey boat sailor
Rolling on the sea
When I reach the dry land
Them pretty harbor hustlers waiting on me, alright

I′m gonna be a no care kind, yes I am
And the place you be way behind my mind

Gonna ride that whiskey boat
Roll it ′til I die
When I reach the dry land
Them pretty harbor hustlers waiting on me

Them pretty harbor hustlers waiting on me
Them pretty harbor hustlers waiting on me
Them pretty harbor hustlers waiting on me