Boston Town

Intro: Verse Standing on the floor in the city of the spindles Got me a job, lift me up to the middle The Offering, it painted a very pretty picure, Work at the mills held the promise of the Scripture But a girl like me was worked to the bone Your fingers bled and your body moaned 14 hours a day and then my paycheck was just half of the men Looking down with oppression's face, That pile of money they steal and waste Then they said they'd have to cut our pay so We broke our cage and formed the FLRA Pre-Chorus Oh, they said, "What a waste of a pretty girl to let the labor flag unfurl." I said, "What more can you take from me? I own my hands and my dignity." So pass me a match and we'll strike it on the ground And we'll head back down to Boston Town We can start a fire and they'll never put it out And we'll head back down to Boston Town. Instrumental Pre-Chorus They said, "What a waste of a pretty girl to let the labor flag unfurl." I said, "What more can you take from me? I own my hands and my dignity." So pass me a match and we'll strike it on the ground And we'll head back down to Boston Town We can start a fire and they'll never put it out And we'll head back down to Boston, oh Pass me a match and we'll strike it on the ground We'll head back down to Boston Town. We can start a fire and they'll never put it out And we'll head back down to Boston, Ohhhh, ooooo, oooh Instrumental a capella, N.C. So pass me a match and we'll strike it on the ground And we'll head back down to Boston Town We can start a fire and they'll never put it out And we'll head back down, oh We can start a fire and they'll never put it out We'll head back down to Boston Town And we'll head back down to Boston Town And we'll head back down to Boston Town