Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 Dirt roads and dry land farming

Might be the death of me

 But I can't leave this world behind

And my debts are not like prison

Were 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 beind

South of Deliah there's a patch

Out back by the willow tree

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 beind

This world must be frightning

Everybody's on the run

And I can't leave this world behind

And my house is a wooden one

And it's built on the ruins of a wooden one

Seem's I can't leave this world behind

Preacher says that 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