(This is the exact song lyrics Reba sings in her song)
Vs 1
He said please come to Boston,
For the springtime.
I'm stayin' here with some friends,
And they've got lots of room.
You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk,
By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon.
Please come to Boston,
I said no, boy won'tcha come home to me.
CHORUS 1:
I said, hey ramblin' boy
Why don't you settle down,
Boston ain't your kind of town.
There ain't no gold,
And there ain't nobody like me.
I'm the number one fan,
Of the man from Tennessee.
Vs 2
He said please come to Denver,
With the snowfall.
We'll move up into the mountains,
So far we can't be found.
And throw our I love you echos,
Down the canyon.
And then lie awake at night,
Until they come back around.
Please come to Denver,
I said no, boy you come home to me.
CHORUS 2:
I said, hey ramblin' boy.
Why don't you settle down,
Denver, ain't your kind of town.
There ain't no gold,
And there ain't nobody like me.
I'm the number one fan,
Of the man from Tennessee.
Instrumental (Short Electric Guitar)
Now that drifter's world,
Goes round and round.
And I doubt if it's ever gonna stop,
But of all her dreams.
He's lost or found,
And all that I ain't got.
He still needs to need you,
Somebody he can sing to.
Vs 3
He said please come to L.A.,
To live forever.
A California 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.
Livin' up on the hill,
Please come to L.A.
I just said no,
Boy, you come home to me.
CHORUS 3:
And, I said, ramblin' boy
Why don't you settle down,
L.A. can't be your kind of town.
There ain't no gold,
And there ain't nobody like me.
I'm the number one fan,
Of the man from Tennessee.
I'm the number one fan
of the man from Tennessee
Tennessee
