C F C
Here I am in Boston in a ratty motel room
G7
Carpet’s wearing thin just like my shoes
C F C
I haven’t heard a fiddle playing on the radio
G7 C
It’s enough to give a country boy the blues
F C
I can’t find a woman who’ll give me the time of day
G7
So I spend all my Boston nights alone
C F C
They all call me cowboy and they laugh at the way I talk
G7 C
And ask me where’s the horse I rode in on
Then I get those longing for the country kind of feelings
G7
I wanna hear my papa picking out a bluegrass song
C
And I can almost see my momma in the kitchen
G7 F C
Cooking up a batch of chicken and wishing I was h-ome
F C
I can see my darling with her blond hair flowing down
G7
And I thank the Lord for her sweet memories
C F C
I know it won’t be long now till I’m hitching a ride back home
G7 C
Cause Massachusetts ain’t no place for me
Then I get those longing for the country kind of feelings
G7
I wanna hear my papa picking out a bluegrass song
C
And I can almost see my momma in the kitchen
G7 F C
Cooking up a batch of chicken and wishing I was h-ome