| Please come to Boston for the spring time.
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| I’m stayin' here with some friends
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| And they’ve got lots of room.
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| You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk
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| By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon.
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| Please come to Boston.
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| She said, «No.
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| Would you come home to me?»
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| And she said, «Hey, ramblin' boy,
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| Now won’t you settle down?
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| Boston ain’t your kind of town.
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| There ain’t no gold and
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| There ain’t nobody like me.
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| I’m the number one fan
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| Of the man from Tennessee.»
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| Please come to Denver with the snow fall.
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| We’ll move up into the mountains so far
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| That we can’t be found.
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| And throw «I love you"echoes down the canyon
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| And then lie awake at night until they come back around.
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| Please come to Denver.
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| She said, «No.
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| Boy, would you come home to me?»
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| And she said, «Hey, ramblin' boy,
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| Why don’t you settle down?
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| Denver ain’t your kind of town.
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| There ain’t no gold and
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| There ain’t nobody like me.
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| 'Cause I’m the number one fan
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| Of the man from Tennessee.»
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| Now, this drifter’s world goes 'round and 'round
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| And I doubt that it’s ever gonna stop,
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| But of all the dreams I’ve lost or found
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| And all that I ain’t got.
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| I still need to lean to
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| Somebody I can sing to.
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| Please come to L. A. to live forever.
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| California life alone is just too hard to build.
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| I live in a house that looks out over the ocean.
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| And there’s some stars that fell from the sky
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| And livin' up on the hill.
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| Please come to L. A.
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| She just said, «No.
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| Boy, won’t you come home to me?»
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| And she said, «Hey, ramblin' boy,
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| Why don’t you settle down?
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| L. A. can’t be your kind of town.
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| There ain’t no gold and
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| There ain’t nobody like me.
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| No, no, I’m the number one fan
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| Of the man from Tennessee.
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| I’m the number one fan
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| Of the man from Tennessee.» |