From the recording Please Come To Boston
David Allen "Dave" Loggins (born November 10, 1947 in Mountain City, TN) is a singer, songwriter and musician widely remembered for his 1974 composition "Please Come to Boston", which was a top-10 hit in the U.S. for him, and was subsequently covered by numerous other artists.
Dave Loggins was inducted into the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame 1995. He is a cousin of singer/songwriter Kenny Loggins.
In addition to his recording of "Please Come to Boston" reaching #5 on the U.S. pop chart in 1974, the song also topped the Billboard Easy listening survey.
Lyrics
Please come to Boston for the spring time.I'm stayin' here with some friendsAnd they've got lots of room.You can sell your paintings on the sidewalkBy a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon.Please come to Boston.She said, "No.Would you come home to me?"And she said, "Hey, ramblin' boy,Now won't you settle down?Boston ain't your kind of town.There ain't no gold andThere ain't nobody like me.I'm the number one fanOf the man from Tennessee."Please come to Denver with the snow fall.We'll move up into the mountains so farThat we can't be found.And throw "I love you" echoes down the canyonAnd 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 andThere ain't nobody like me.'Cause I'm the number one fanOf the man from Tennessee."Now, this drifter's world goes 'round and 'roundAnd I doubt that it's ever gonna stop,But of all the dreams I've lost or foundAnd all that I ain't got.I still need to lean toSomebody I can sing to.Please come to L. A. to live forever.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 skyAnd 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 andThere ain't nobody like me.No, no, I'm the number one fanOf the man from Tennessee.I'm the number one fanOf the man from Tennessee."