Please come to Boston for the springtime
I'm staying here with some friends and they've got lots of room
You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk
By a cafe were I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said No,
you come home to me.
Chorus
She said Ramblin boy, won't ya settle down?
Boston (Denver-L.A.) ain't your kinda town
There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me
I'm the number one fan of a man from Tennessee
Verse 2
Now this drifters world goes round and round
And I doubt it's ever gonna stop
But of all the dreams I've lost or found
And all that I aint got
I still lean to
someone I can sing to
Verse 3