Please come to Boston was playing on the radio
He asked me to go, I thought what the hell
It’s the same old story, ain’t there always a man involved
The whole thing reeks of alcohol and somebody ends up in jail

See my sister Gina she always was the pretty one
Just like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast At Tiffany’s
She could’ve had any man, so I thought he was just another one
Till that no-tell motel shotgun epiphany

My baby sister, sweet baby sister
Should’ve known blood’s thicker than love
My baby sister, sweet baby sister
I knew you were a pistol
But, I never knew you owned a gun

She busted down the door room five at the Family Inn
My joy ride to New England ended with a bang
She said wait till I tell mama and shot out the tv set
Crushed out her cigarette and turned the gun Bobby Ray

My baby sister, sweet baby sister
Should’ve known blood’s thicker than love
My baby sister, sweet baby sister
I knew you were a pistol
But, I never knew you owned a gun

I visit Gina, up-state every Saturday
Bring her smokes and Gatorade
And we don’t talk about Bobby Ray

My baby sister, sweet baby sister
I’m sure glad blood’s thicker than love
My baby sister, sweet baby sister
I knew you were a pistol
But, I never knew you owned a gun