Josh Ritter – Lawrence Ks (Ukulele)

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Dirt roads and dry land farming

Might be the death of me

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But I can't leave this world behind

And my debts are not like prison Were there's hope of getting free

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And I can't leave this world behind

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I've been from here to Lawrence, Kansas

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Trying to leave my state of mind

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Trying to leave this awful sadness

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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