title: Please Come To Boston
key: Country
harp type: Chromatic
genre: Eb
skill: Any

By: Dave Loggins
Kenny Chesney
Key: Eb
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Please come to Bos-ton for the spring-time
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I’m stay-ing here with some friends
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And they’ve got lots of room
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You can sell your paint-ings on the side-walk
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By a ca-fe where I hope to be work-in’ soon
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Please come to Bos-ton
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She said no, but you come home to me
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And she said,
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Hey ramb-lin boy now won’t you set-tle down
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Bos-ton ain’t your kind of town
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There ain’t no gold,
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and there ain’t no-bod-y like me
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I’m the num-ber one fan
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of the man from Ten-nes-see
Please come to Denver to see the snowfall
We’ll move up into the mountains
so far we can’t be found
And throw I love you echos down the canyon
And then lie awake at night
until they come back around
Please come to Denver
She said no, boy you come home to me
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And she said,
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Hey ramb-lin boy now won’t you set-tle down
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Den-ver ain’t your kind of town
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There ain’t no gold,
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and there ain’t no-bod-y like me
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I’m the num-ber one fan
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of the man from Ten-nes-see
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Now this drift-ers world goes round and round
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And I doubt if it’s ev-er gon-na stop
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But of all the dreams I’ve lost or found
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and all that I ain’t got
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I still need to lean to
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Some-bod-y I can sing to
Please come to L.A. and 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 sky
Livin’ up on the hill
Please come to L.A.
She just said no, would you come home to me
And she said, ramblin’ boy why don’t you settle down
L.A. ain’t your kind of town
There ain’t no gold, and ther ain’t nobody like me
I’m the number one fan of the man from Tennessee
I’m the number one fan of the man from Tennessee