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The Seekers

Please Come To Boston

 

Please Come To Boston

(альбом: The Seekers - 1975)


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 where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, "No
Would you come home to me?"

And she said, "Hey, rambling boy
Now won'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 snowfall
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, rambling 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
'Cause I'm the number one fan
Of the man from Tennessee."

Now, this drifter's world goes 'round and 'round
And I doubt that 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. 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

And living 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, rambling 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"

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