Lawrence, KS

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 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 it's built on a wooden one Seems I can’t leave this world behind Preacher says that when the master calls us He’s going to give us wings to fly But my wings are made of hay and corn husks So I can’t leave this world behind