Lawrence, Ks

Dirt [G]roads and dry land farming

Might be the death of me
But I [C]can't leave this world behi[G]nd

And my debts are not like prison

Were there's hope of getting free
And I [C]can't leave this world behind

[D]I've been from here to Lawrence, [C]Kansas
[D]Trying to leave my state of [C]mind
[D]Trying to leave this awful [C]sadness
But I can't leave this world bei[G]nd

South of Deliah there's a patch
Out back by the willow tree
And I can't leave this world behind
It's a fenced in piece of nothing
Where I hear voices on my knees
And I can't leave this world behind

Some prophecies are self-fulfilling
But I've had to work for all of mine
Better times will come to me, God willing
'Cause I can't leave this world beind

This world must be frightning
Everybody's on the run
And I can't leave this world behind
And my house is a wooden one
And it's built on the ruins of a wooden one
Seem's I can't leave this world behind

Preacher says that when the master calls us
He's gonna give us wings to fly
But my wings are made of hay and corn husks
So I can't leave this world behind