Now somewhere in the black mining hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit young Rocky in the eye Rocky didn’t like that
He said I’m gonna get that boy
So one day he walked into town
Booked himself a room in the local saloon.
Hmmm. Plenty of songs about someone going to somewhere; not so many about someone coming to somewhere, eh?
I’ll include both songs about coming somewhere (in the first person), and someone else coming to where the singer is (a la Santa Claus Is Coming To Town).
The Angels, My Boyfriend’s Back
“My boyfriend’s back, and you’re gonna be in trouble…”
The Beatles, Back In The USSR*
Guns ‘n’ Roses, Welcome To The Jungle
U2, Angel of Harlem
“It was a cold and wet December day
When we touched the ground at JFK
Snow was melting on the ground,
On BLS I heard the sound – of an angel…”
Simon and Garfunkel, America
“Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They’ve all come, to look for America…”
The Rolling Stones, Can’t You Hear Me Knocking? (OK, that’s a bit of a stretch)
Bonnie Blue Gal (now that’s an oldie)
*For I must see the Bonnie Blue Gal
Who’s comin’ from Saint Lou. *
This may be going to town, rather than coming to town.
Graceland, Paul Simon
She means we’re bouncing into Graceland
I thought about Graceland but always read it as an allegorical destination.
On the other hand, seeing mention of it brings up Marc Cohn, Walking In Memphis:
“Put on my blue suede shoes, and I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta blues,
In the middle of the pouring rain”
When Liberty Valance came to town, the women-folk would hide (they’d hide)
Swamp Witch - Jim Stafford:
Early one morn’
'tween dark and dawn
when shadows filled the sky
there came an unseen caller
on a town where hope 'd run dry
Shel Silverstein wrote a song for Tex Ritter called “Comin’ after Jinny.” Kind of a “High Noon” story with a twist.
“When my Uncle Sonny blew back into town…”
The Wizard.
Oh, and to continue on a medieval fantasy village theme, Trogdor the Burninator 
The Devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin’ for a soul to steal.
When **Quin the Eskimo ** gets here, everybody’s gonna. . .
Again, that’s going and coming.
Baby cried the day the circus came to town 'cause she didn’t want parades just passing by her. So she paited on a smile and took up with some clown while she danced without a net up on the wire.
Melissa Manchester - “Don’t Cry Out Loud”
“If I knew you were coming, I’d have baked a cake”
“She’ll be coming 'round the mountain”
Yeah, I went to camp for a long, long time.
I think you’re looking for the GQ thread about males coming to…wait, wrong definition.