We'll be riding Wildfire. We're gonna
leave South Boston behind.

The story:

I was gleefully and soulfully singing
along to the radio just months ago in
the presence of my husband when
became aware of the look of
incredulity on his face and made the
mistake of inquiring what caused it.
When he told me the correct lyric, I
told him I thought the Boston
reference was like the Dallas tv show
deal; when you found out Bobby
wasn't dead after all, that it was all a
dream. I figured the whole horse
thing was an urbanite's dream.