歌词
Dirt roads and dryland farming
Might be the death of me
But I can't leave this world behind
My 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 Denia 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
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
My house is a wooden one
And it's 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
My wings are made of hay and corn husks
So I can't leave this world behind
