Seven Days - Frank Black
Seven days will get you there
Seven plates of bone
I won't pray to get me there
Get there on my own
Going yonder where I was born
Place where I was partly raised
Have you been to Boston Town
The place where I was born
Seven days will get you there
Seven plains of corn
Lord knows I've been all around
Roaming all around these plains
On my way back home from seven years
In seven days
Seven winters blown like seven players
Who had no cheer
Seven summers grown the seven ways to all my tears
On my way back home from seven years in seven days
Seven days will get you there
Seven plates of corn
I won't pray to get me there
Get there on my own
Going yonder where I was born
The place where I was partly raised
Going yonder where I was born
The place where I was partly raised
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