Written By D. Loggins
As Recorded By David Allan Coe
PLEASE COME TO BOSTON FOR THE SPRINGTIME
IâM STAYING HERE WITH SOME FRIENDS
AND THEYâVE GOT LOTS OF ROOM
YOU CAN SELL YOU PAINTINGS ON THE SIDEWALK
BY A CAFĂ WHERE I HOPE TO BE WORKING SOON
PLEASE COME TO BOSTON/
SHE SAID "NO, DAVID, YOU COME HOME TO ME"
CHORUS:
AND SHE SAID,
"HEY RAMBLINGâ BOY WHY DONâT YOU SETTLE DOWN"
"BOSTON AINâT YOUR KIND OF TOWN"
"THERE AINâT NO GOLD AND THERE AINâT NOBODY LIKE ME"
"IâM THE NUMBER ONE FAN OF THE MAN FROM TENNESSEE"
PLEASE COME TO DENVER WITH THE SNOWFALL
WEâLL MOVE UP INTO THE MOUNTAINS
SO FAR WE CANâT BE FOUND
AND THROW "I LOVE YOU" ECHOES DOWN THE CANYON
AND THEN LIE AWAKE AT NIGHT âTILL THEY COME BACK AROUND
PLEASE COME TO DENVER, SHE SAID
"NO, YOU COME HOME TO ME"
AND SHE SAID,
"HEY RAMBLINGâ BOY WHY DONâT YOU SETTLE DOWN"
"DENVER AINâT YOUR KIND OF TOWN"
"THERE AINâT NO GOLD AND THERE AINâT NOBODY LIKE ME"
"IâM THE NUMBER ONE FAN OF THE MAN FROM TENNESSEE"
BRIDGE:
NOW, THIS DRIFTERâS WORLD GOES âROUND AND âROUND
AND I DOUBT IF ITâS EVER GONNA STOP
BUT OF ALL THE DREAMS IâVE LOST AND FOUND
AND ALL THAT I AINâT GOT I STILL NEED TO LEAN TO/
SOMEBODY I CAN SING TO
PLEASE COME TO L.A. TO LIVE FOREVER
CALIFORNIA LIFE ALONE IS JUST TO HARD TO BUILD
I LIVE IN A HOUSE THAT LOOKS OUT OVER THE OCEAN
AND THEREâS SOME STARS THAT FELL FROM THE SKY
Aâ LIVINGâ UP ON THE HILL
PLEASE COME TO L.A.,
SHE JUST SAID,
"NO, DAVID, YOU COME HOME TO ME"
CHORUS:
AND SHE SAID,
"HEY RAMBLINGâ BOY WHY DONâT YOU SETTLE DOWN"
"L.A. AINâT YOUR KIND OF TOWN"
"THERE AINâT NO GOLD AND THERE AINâT NOBODY LIKE ME"
"IâM THE NUMBER ONE FAN OF THE MAN FROM TENNESSEE"
PLEASE COME TO BOSTON
(HEY RAMBLINGâ BOY COME HOME)
PLEASE COME TO BOSTON
(HEY RAMBLINGâ BOY COME HOME)
PLEASE COME TO BOSTON
(HEY RAMBLINGâ BOY COME HOME)
PLEASE COME TO BOSTON
(HEY RAMBLINGâ BOY COME HOME)
(REPEAT AND FADE)
