In The Spring Time
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 workin soon.
Please come to Boston...
She said no, boy you come home to me...
And she said, ramblin boy why don't you settle down,
Boston 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 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 workin soon.
Please come to Boston...
She said no, boy you come home to me...
And she said, ramblin boy why don't you settle down,
Boston 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...
posted by andebos at 2:08 AM
1 Comments:
Tyler,
Well, I just got home from Boston. I loved it and approve of your move. I will have to go back and visit you. I need to go when I can see more of Boston and not spend my time counting teenagers on all forms of public transportation to make sure we didn't leave any behind.
Laura
Post a Comment
<< Home