Frank Black
Frank Black - Seven Days lyrics
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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