dirt roads and dryland farming might be the death of me but i cant leave this world behind and my debts are not like prison where theres hope of getting free oh but i cant leave this world behind and ive been from here to lawrence kansas trying to leave my state of mind trying to leave this awful sadness but i cant leave this world behind south of delia theres a patch out back by the willow trees oh i cant leave this world behind its a fenced in piece of nothing i hear voices on my knees and i cant leave this world behind some prophecies are self fulfilling but ive had to work for all of mine better times will come to me god willing cause i cant leave this world behind this world must be frightening everybodys on the run and i cant leave this world behind and my house is a wooden one and it s built on a wooden one seems i cant leave this world behind preacher says that when the master calls us hes going to give us wings to fly but my wings are made of hay and corn husks so i cant leave this world behind