Back To Boston

Well I walked in through the swinging door,

Chairs are full sitting on the floor,

Don't try to get me to stay

And well I got that deadly stare,

He'd out rule the law with a braid in his hair,

And I got the hell out of there

And he said listen up your here all alone,

So walk yourself down the yellow brick road

And when your taxi cab came rolling in,

Get yourself the hell on Back to Boston

And well there's a town out there looking for trouble,

I'll see you there,

Oh you'll be running

And well you found yourself in a cruiser again,

All locked up and all tied in,

I guess there's someone waiting for you

And he said listen up your here all alone,

So walk yourself down the yellow brick road

And when your taxi cab came rolling in,

Get yourself the hell on Back to Boston

And he said listen up your here all alone,

So walk yourself down the yellow brick road

And when your taxi cab came rolling in,

Get yourself the hell on Back to Boston

Well I walked in through the swinging door,

Chairs are full sitting on the floor,

Don't try to get me to stay

And when your taxi cab came rolling in,

Get yourself the hell on Back to Boston