Intro Verse Dirt roads and dryland farming might be the death of me But I can't leave this world be hind My debts are not like prisons where there's hope of getting free And I can't leave this world be hind 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 be hind South of Delia there's a patch out back by the willow trees And I can't leave this world be hind It's a fenced-in piece of nothin' where I hear voices on my knees And I can't leave this world be hind Some prophecies are self-ful filling I've had to work for all of mine Better times will come to me, God- willing Cause I can't leave this world be hind This world must be frightening, everybody's on the run And I can't leave this world be hind My house is a wooden one and it's built on a wooden one Seems I can't leave this world be hind Preacher says that when the master calls us He's gonna give us wings to fly My wings are made of hay and corn husks So I can't leave this world be hind