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Verse 1
Please come to Bos-ton for the spring-time.
I'm stay-in' here with some friends
and they-'ve got lots of room.
You can sell your paint-ings
on the side walk b y a ca-fe
where I hope to b e work-in' soon.
Bridge
Please come to Bos-ton
she said "No, you come home to me."
Chorus
N'She said "Hey ram-blin' boy,
now won't you set-tle down?
Bos-ton ain't your kind a town.
There ain't no gold
and there ain't no-bo-dy like me.
I'm the num-ber one fan of
the man from Ten-nes-see'.
Verse 2
Please come to Den-ver where the snow falls.
We'll move up in-to the moun-tains
so far that we can't be found.
Though "I love you" ech-oes down the can-yons
And we'll lie a-wake at night
un-til they come b a ck a-round.
'Please come to Den-ver'
she said 'no. Boy w'you come home to me?'
Chorus
And she said, 'Hey ram bl in' boy
why don't you set-tle down?
Den-ver ain't your kind of town.
There ain't no gold
and there ain't no-bo-dy like me.
I'm the num-ber one fan of
the man from Ten-nes-see'.
Verse 3
Now this drift-er's world
goes round and round
and I doubt it's e-ver gon-na stop.
But of all the dreams I've lost and found
and all that I ain't got,
I still need you. Some-bo-dy I can sing to.
Verse 4
Please come to L.A., we'll live for-ev-er.
The Ca-li-for-nia life a-lone
is just too hard to be ar.
I live in a house that looks'o'er the o-cean.
And there's some stars that fell from the sky,
li-vin' up'n the hill.
Please come to L. A. '
she j'said 'no', Boy won't you come home to me?
Chorus
And she said, 'Hey ram bl in' boy
why don't you set-tle down?
L. A. ain't your kind of town.
There ain't no gold
and there ain't no-bo-dy like me.
I'm the num-ber one fan of
the man from Ten-nes-see'.
I'm the num-ber one fan of
the ma an from Ten-nes-see.'