Lawrence, KS के बोल

Dirt roads and dryland 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 its 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