Richard Shindell - Lawrence ks

^GDirt roads and dryland farming might be the death of me But I ^Ccan't leave this world be ^Ghind My ^Gdebts are not like prisons where there's hope of getting free And I ^Ccan't leave this world be ^Ghind

^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 be ^Ghind

South of ^GDelia there's a patch out back by the willow trees And I ^Ccan't leave this world be ^Ghind It's a ^Gfenced-in piece of nothin' where I hear voices on my knees And I ^Ccan't leave this world be ^Ghind

^DSome prophecies are self-ful ^Cfilling ^DI've had to work for all of ^Cmine ^DBetter times will come to me, God- ^Cwilling Cause I can't leave this world be ^Ghind

This ^Gworld must be frightening, everybody's on the run And I ^Ccan't leave this world be ^Ghind My ^Ghouse is a wooden one and it's built on a wooden one Seems I ^Ccan't leave this world be ^Ghind

^DPreacher says that when the master ^Ccalls us ^DHe's gonna give us wings to ^Cfly ^DMy wings are made of hay and ^Ccorn husks So I can't leave this world be ^Ghind