Few Days
Words by Leslie Fish © 1976


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	Em           D        Em       D         G         C
	I can't stay in these diggings long, few days, few days,
	D Em         D        C        D         Em   D     Em
	I can't stay in these diggings long, and I am going home.


I'll peg my ship on this campground,
Few days, few days,
To give my demons one more round,
And I am going home.

From sun to sun, I'm made to tread,
The open sky my only bed,

How little did my mother dream,
That I would sail on time's long stream,

The world I knew is ages gone,
And I must keep on keeping on,

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All others to their loves may cling,
But I must wander, learn, and sing,

There is no world can hold me long,
Till every world has heard my song,

The gods who made those stars my track,
Have laid their burden on my back,

Of all the worlds and times I know,
I'll sing the truth before I go,

My sky is bound by spinning stars,
The cruelest prison has no bars,

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