I'm the number one fan He said 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 cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Free fall small town Saturday night Before you lose that loving feeling Let's go dancing on the ceiling Paradise city where the grass is green But that's a song for another time Pretty soon I'll be so lonesome I could cry Brown eyed girl sweet Caroline

So come along, it wont be long 'Til we return happy Shut your eyes, there are no lies In this world we call sleep Tomorrow we'll be free Let's not fight I'm tired can't we just sleep tonight Don't turn away it's just there's nothing left here to say Turn

Soon we will be gone A free will sacrifice As free men we are born And free we shall die See them gathered on the plains now See an army strong and vast As long as one of us remains here None of them will ever pass Here they come so raise the shields high

What d'you think you're Gonna be doin' next year? How you know you're not Gonna up and die? No doubt... Soon enough your friends Will find you out

You're the best I ever had I left down in New Orleans Magnolia, you sweet thing You're driving me mad Got to get back to you, babe I'll soon be there Whippoorwill's singing Soft summer breeze Makes me think of my baby

Of you my love It's nothing ever out there but some gathering clouds I just wanna take care of you my love You came up in my heart Like the sun and the stars Maybe I'll be the moon So we can shine pretty soon Then we drift through the night When it's

Any minute the 5 o'clock crowd will be coming Taps'll be flowing with beer The cigarette smoke is soon to be risin' And at 5:30 Clancy gets here She knows all their faces, she's practically And that why they're loyal and true They'll pay their tabs, and

Country comforts and the road that's going home And it's good old country comforts in my bones Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known Just an old fashioned feeling in my bones Soon the pines will be falling everywhere Village children always

In my solitude I sit in my chair With gloom everywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad Dear Lord above You haunt me With dreadful ease