Please come to Boston for the springtime I'm staying here with some friends and they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe were I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston She said "No, Baby you come home to me." She said "Ramblin' boy, won't ya settle down? Boston ain't your kinda town There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me
I'm the number one fan of a man from Tennessee Please come to Denver where the snow falls We'll move up into the mountains so far that we can't be found We’ll throw "I love you" echoes down the canyon And then lie awake at night 'til they come back around Please come to Denver, she said no, Baby you come home to me She said "Ramblin' boy, won't ya settle down? Denver ain't your kinda town There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me I'm the number one fan of a man from Tennessee
Now these drifters words go round and round I doubt if it’s ever gonna stop But of all the dreams I’ve lost and found and all that I ain’t got I just need a lean-to, somebody I can sing to
Please come to L.A. to live forever The California life alone is just too hard to bear I live in a house that looks out over the ocean And there’s some stars that fell from the sky, livin' up on the hill Please come to LA, She said no, baby you come home to me She said "Ramblin' boy, won't ya settle down? L.A. ain't your kinda town There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me I'm the number one fan of a man from Tennessee
Compositor: David Allen Loggins (Loggins Dave) ECAD: Obra #5280032 Fonograma #3098274