Please, come to Boston for the Springtime
I'm stayin' here with some friends, and they've got lots of room
And you can sell your paintings on the side-walk
By a café where I hope to be workin' soon
Please, come to Boston
She said, "No, would you come home to me?"
And she say, hey ramblin' boy, now won't you 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 the man from Tennessee
Please, come to Denver with the snowfall
We'll move up into the mountains so far that we can't be found
And 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, boy, would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy, why don't you settle down?
Denver ain't your kinda town
There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me
'Cause I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"
Now, this drifter's world goes 'round and 'round
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And I doubt that it's ever gonna stop
But of all the dreams I've lost or found
And all that I ain't got
I still need to lean to
Somebody I can sing to
Please, come to LA to live forever
And California's life alone is just too hard to build
I live in a house that looks out over the ocean
And there's some stars that fell from the sky
And livin' up on the hill
Please, come to LA
She just said, "No, boy, won't you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy, why don't you settle down?
LA can't be your kinda town
There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me
No, no, I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"
I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee