Brian Marquis - From Boston [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

When you’re from Boston

You join an Irish gang

You’re surely Roman Catholic

You eat chowder every day

You park your car at Harvard Yard

You’ll be buried at Fenway

Is this the life you expect to hear me say?

When you’re from Boston

My father works down at the docks

All my brothers are Charlestown cops

Mother works up at the factory

The Garden is my second home

The Cape is the only beach I know

And we all hate Neil

But we love Sweet Caroline

Movies and TV will show you

Everything you think you know

About the place that’s deep inside of me

When you’re from Boston

You join an Irish gang

You’re surely Roman Catholic

You eat chowder every day

You park your car at Harvard Yard

You’ll be buried at Fenway

Is this the life you expect to hear me say?

When you’re from Boston

I must admit we sound a bit

Like a cartoon version of ourselves to you

And I must admit we seem a bit

Like the weather owns our cold hard attitude

And I must admit this part is true

We are strong and we are proud

We are honest we are loud

And we’ll still say Cheers to you

When nobody knows your name