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