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-Lawrence, KS- -Josh Ritter- -------------- Capo 3
Dirt Groads and dry land farming Might be the death of me But I Ccan't leave this world behiGnd
And my debts are not like prison Were there's hope of getting free
And I Ccan't leave this world behind DI've been from here to Lawrence, CKansas DTrying to leave my state of Cmind DTrying to leave this awful Csadness But I can't leave this world beiGnd
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