Seven Hours Songtext

Seven hours from the one I love
Seven hours from the one I love
And I... won't - even - begin to cross - A single state line, before I get there

The pan is wide and the handle's long
The task is this and the road is all
And I'll... have to fill - fill it up - three times at the Emoco before I get there

Seven hours from the one I love Seven hours from the one I love
The ruby red's came in sweet this year
I love the - rougey, supple way they hang there
And my life - it takes - A shift - A wide and decided turn... from here

Seven hours from the one I love Seven hours from the one I love

You gotta go North to get South of here
That's what the city folk say down here
And he's - waiting - at the end...of a sandy forked road - for me, to get there

Seven hours from the one I love Seven hours from the one I love
Seven hours from the one I love Seven hours from the one I love
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