Lawrence, KS (Can't Leave This World Behind)
Dirt roads and dry land, 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 it's 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