Kenny Chesney - Boston

^FShe comes from ^GBoston ^FWorks at the jewelry sto^Gre ^FDown in the harbor ^{G F}Where the ferries come to sho^Gre She ne^Fver really knew how ^Ggood it would feel To f^Finally find herself in a ^Gplace so warm and real

She wears a ^FRed Sox cap To hide her ^Gbaby dreads The ^Fgirl she was in New England Is ^Gdifferent now and dead In all the ^Flocal bars She f^Glirts and tells the boys while they're ta^Flkin' ^GShe's from ^FBoston

^FShe comes from ^GBoston ^FTalks to her family now ^Gand then ^FThrough e-mails and p^Gostcards ^FShe tries to explain to ^Gthem That ^Feducation and occupation will ^Ghave to wait for now She ^Floves the Rasta, reggae rhythms, her d^Greams have changed somehow

Her ^Ftoes dig deep and d^Geeper in the sand She's ^Fseduced by the sunsets and her ^Gnew life at hand CHORUS She wears a ^FRed Sox cap To hide her ^Gbaby dreads From ^FBoston ^G She came to this island from ^FBoston