-Lawrence, KS-
-Josh Ritter-
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Capo 3
Dirt roads and dry land farming
Might be the death of me
But I can't leave this world behind
And my debts are not like prison
Were 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 beind
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