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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface
Babyface
Drum Programming
Brian Frasier Moore
Brian Frasier Moore
Drums
Ethan Farmer
Ethan Farmer
Bass Guitar
Johann Sebastian Bach
Johann Sebastian Bach
Piano
Michael Ripoll
Michael Ripoll
Acoustic Guitar
Brandy
Brandy
Background Vocals
Doug Livingston
Doug Livingston
Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Loggins
Dave Loggins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Babyface
Babyface
Producer
Paul Boutin
Paul Boutin
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Please come to Boston for the springtime
I'm stayin' here with some friends, and they've got lots of room
You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk
By this café club, I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston, she said, "No"
But you come home to me
And she said
"Hey ramblin' boy, now, you can 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 where we can't be found
Though, 'I love you' echoes down the canyon
And then lie awake at night 'til they come back around
Please come to Denver, she said, "No"
Boy, but you come home to me
And she said
"Hey ramblin' boy, now you can settle down
Denver ain't your kind of town
There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me, oh no
I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"
Oh-ooh-ooh
Oh-oh-oh
Now this drifter's world goes round and round
And I doubt if 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 cling to somebody I can sing to
Please come to LA, we'll live forever, (live forever)
'Cause, California life alone is just too hard to deal
We'll 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 (livin' up on the hill)
Please come to LA, he said, "No", (please, come to LA, she said, "No")
But you come home to me, yeah
And she said
Hey ramblin' boy, now you can settle down (settle down)
LA ain't your kind of town (kind of town)
There ain't no gold, and there ain't nobody like me, oh no
I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee, oh-oh
I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee, yeah-yeah, eh
Written by: Dave Loggins
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