Lawrence, KS

Dirt roads and dryland farming might be the death of me
 But I can't leave this world behind
 My debts are not like prisons 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 nothin' where I hear voices on my knees
 And I can't leave this world behind
 Some prophecies are self-fulfilling
 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
 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 gonna give us wings to fly
 My wings are made of hay and corn husks
 So I can't leave this world behind