Down by the river. Down by the banks of the river Charles. That’s where you’ll find me along with lovers, fuggers and thieves. Well I love that dirty water! Oh, Boston, you’re my home!
Boston, you know we love you madly. Hear the crowd roar to your sound. Don’t blame us if we ever doubt you. You know we couldn’t live without you.
Where it began, I can’t begin to know when, but then I know it’s growing strong. Oh, wasn’t the spring, and spring became the summer… who’d believe you’d come along. Hands, touching hands, reaching out, touching me, touching you. Oh, sweet Caroline. Good times never seem so good. I’ve been inclined to believe it never would.
Sweet Baby James
Now the first of december was covered with snow, and so was the turnpike from stockbridge to boston. Lord, the berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting with ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go.
She said I think I’ll go to Boston… I think I’ll start a new life, I think I’ll start it over, where no one knows my name, I’ll get out of California, I’m tired of the weather, I think I’ll get a lover and fly em out to Spain… I think I’ll go to Boston, I think that I’m just tired. I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind… I think I need a sunrise, I’m tired of the sunset….