~SONG FOR THE DAY

The song, "Please Come to Boston," was written and recorded by Dave Loggins, and it has been covered by quite a few artists.  The version I first heard was Reba McEntire's, and I think it is rich and affecting; plus, it holds true to the song's original country/western roots.  However, I had always thought that this song could really benefit from the warmth of an R&B treatment.  Imagine my surprise when I discovered a cover by Babyface which features Brandy!  This version is pretty, but it could be a bit more robust; perhaps another R&B artist will give it a go one day.  I was surprised and delighted to find that Tori Amos has performed the song, though darn, it doesn't appear she ever recorded it, and it's not available on iTunes.  In her hands, the song becomes quiet and is laced with a delicately haunting quality.  Kenny Chesney took a stab at it, and the result has a certain energy and spunk that I like.  Confederate Railroad's rendition is a tad boring, but they do imbue the song with a touch more smooth and melodic musicality than some of the other country/western versions, which tend to be a bit jerky and staccato.

A few of the following videos are poor quality, but they still impart an overall idea about everything ☺
 

 

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 a café 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 kinda 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 till 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 kinda 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
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, 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 kinda 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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