Lyrics:

Please come to Boston for the spring time. 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. She said, 'No. You come home to me.' And she 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.' Please come to Denver with the snow fall. We'll move up into the mountains so far That we can't be found. And throw 'I love you' echoes down the canyon And then lie awake at night until they come back around. Please come to Denver. She said, 'No. Boy, would you come home to me?' And she 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.' Now, this drifter's 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 ain't got. I still need to lean to Somebody I can sing to. Please come to L. A. and live forever. California life if just too hard to break. 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. She just said, 'No. Boy, won't you come home to me?' And she said, 'Hey, 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. No, no, I'm the number one fan Of the man from Tennessee. I'm the number one fan Of the man from Tennessee.'