Lawrence, KS (Can't Leave This World Behind)

Dirt roads and dryland farming might be the death of me

But I can't leave this world behind

Debts are not like prison where there's hope of getting free

And I can't leave this world behind



I've been from here to Lawrence, Kansas

Trying to leave my state of mind

Trying to leave this awful sadness

But I can't leave this world behind



South of Delia there's a patch out back by the willow trees

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 behind



This world must be frightening everybody's on the run

And I can't leave this world behind

And my house is a wooden one and its built on a wooden one

Seems I can't leave this world behind



Preacher says 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