By Adam Stemple
I picked him up, hitchin' the turnpike
He looked like the Devil, hellbent on a curse
He looked like a bad stretch of road
But I picked him up, 'cause God knows I looked worse
And he said that he knew me from Adam
We both knew a girl that lived by the sea
He said she was dyin' quite slow
I knew without askin' that he meant Ann Marie
Chorus:
And it was me and the Devil for one night in Boston
One night in Boston for the Devil and me
And we drank to the drunkards, the bastards, the blackguards
And we lifted a glass to sweet Ann Marie
Well she never was too much to look at
But she could get you up late with a shot and a beer
She said she was waiting for me
And why pass the time with any man who came near
But she never did ask for forgivness
She'd just kneel and smile and say "Father, I've sinned"
And who would give absolution?
Not the Devil or me or far better men
Chorus
Yeah but we got to Boston too late
We searched every bar, every pub every dive
And if we'd had a drink in each one
I hardly think that we'd have left there alive
And neither did sweet Ann Marie
She never left town by land or by sea
But she left word by action and deed
That she'd never stop waitin' for me
Chorus (x2)
There's a place in each city I've been to
A place by the docks, or by the subway downtown
A place where those of us go
To pass the time quick, before we go in the ground