I hear the grass is greener in California
I bet that west coast sunshine looks good on your skin
You know I could be in L.A. by the mornin’
If you ever ask her, I’d run like the wind
When life goes from easy street to upstream
There’s a place a like hide downtown
I’ll be stronger than your memory
I can’t it on own right now
So it’s Boston,
blue,
lonesome
you
You in a Sunday mornin’ sermon
You know I sent a couple prayers your way
I thank God his I’m still hurtin’
So here’s where I up the of the day
When life goes from easy street to upstream
There’s a place a like hide downtown
I’ll be stronger than your memory
I can’t it on own right now
So it’s Boston,
blue,
lonesome
you
Till you come back to save of starts breakin’
It’s whiskey, truth, woman, goodbye you
Goodbye
you
you
you
