Boston Town (Album Version)

Boston Town

Standing on the floor in the “City of the Spindles”
Got me a job, lift me up to the middle

The Offering painted a very pretty picture
Work at the mills held a promise of the Scripture

But a girl like me was worked to the bone
Our fingers bled and our bodies moaned
Fourteen hours a day and then
My paycheck was half that of the men

Looking down with oppressions 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

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 could start a fire and they'll never put it out
And we'll head back down to Boston town

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 the match and we'll strike it on the ground
And we'll head back down to Boston town
We could start a fire and they'll never put it out
And we'll head back down to Boston town