Seven Days Lyrics - 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