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