Dirt roads and dryland farming
Might be the death of me
But I can’t leave this world behind
And my debts are not like prison
Where there’s hope of getting free
Oh, but I can’t leave this world behind
And 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
Oh, I can’t leave this world behind
It’s a fenced in piece of nothing
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
Might be the death of me
But I can’t leave this world behind
And my debts are not like prison
Where there’s hope of getting free
Oh, but I can’t leave this world behind
And 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
Oh, I can’t leave this world behind
It’s a fenced in piece of nothing
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
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