D A D G A D [Verse]G Dirt roads and dryland farming might be the death of meC G But I can't leave this world be hindG My debts are not like prisons where there's hope of getting freeC G And I can't leave this world be hindD C I've been from here to Lawrence, KansasD C Trying to leave my state of mindD C Trying to leave this awful sadnessG But I can't leave this world be hindContinúa después del anuncioG South of Delia there's a patch out back by the willow treesC G And I can't leave this world be hindG It's a fenced-in piece of nothin' where I hear voices on my kneesC G And I can't leave this world be hindD C Some prophecies are self-ful fillingD C I've had to work for all of mineD C Better times will come to me, God- willingG Cause I can't leave this world be hindG This world must be frightening, everybody's on the runC G And I can't leave this world be hindG My house is a wooden one and it's built on a wooden oneC G Seems I can't leave this world be hindD C Preacher says that when the master calls usD C He's gonna give us wings to flyD C My wings are made of hay and corn husksG So I can't leave this world be hind
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