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[Verse]
G
Dirt roads and dryland farming might be the death of me
      C                         G
But I can't leave this world be hind
   G
My debts are not like prisons where there's hope of getting free
      C                         G
And I can't leave this world be hind

D                                C
I've been from here to Lawrence, Kansas
D                           C
Trying to leave my state of mind
D                          C
Trying to leave this awful sadness
                                G
But I can't leave this world be hind

         G
South of Delia there's a patch out back by the willow trees
      C                         G
And I can't leave this world be hind
       G
It's a fenced-in piece of nothin' where I hear voices on my knees
      C                         G
And I can't leave this world be hind

D                            C
Some prophecies are self-ful filling
D                           C
I've had to work for all of mine
D                                  C
Better times will come to me, God- willing
                                  G
Cause I can't leave this world be hind

     G
This world must be frightening, everybody's on the run
      C                         G
And I can't leave this world be hind
   G
My house is a wooden one and it's built on a wooden one
        C                         G
Seems I can't leave this world be hind

D                                  C
Preacher says that when the master calls us
D                           C
He's gonna give us wings to fly
D                            C
My wings are made of hay and corn husks
                               G
So I can't leave this world be hind