Seven Days Songtext
von Frank Black

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
Place where I was partly raised

Have you been to Boston town?
Place where I was born

Seven days will get you there
Seven planes 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 flares
Who have no cheers
Seven summers blown 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
Place where I was partly raised

Going yonder where I was born
Place where I was partly raised