[00:00.00] 作词 : RITTER, JOSH
[00:11.96]Dirt roads and dry land farming
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[00:15.31]might be the death of me
[00:17.40]
[00:18.11]But I can't leave this world behind
[00:22.73]
[00:25.35]Debts are not like prison where
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[00:28.93]there's hope of getting free
[00:31.06]
[00:31.60]And I can't leave this world behind
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[00:40.01]I've been from here to Lawrence, Kansas
[00:43.47]
[00:46.95]Trying to leave my state of mind
[00:49.79]
[00:53.46]Trying to leave this awful sadness
[00:56.44]
[00:58.69]But I can't leave this world behind
[01:03.50]
[01:09.21]South of Delia there's a patch
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[01:12.60]out back by the willow trees
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[01:15.52]And I can't leave this world behind
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[01:22.52]It's a fenced in piece of nothing
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[01:25.79]where I hear voices on my knees
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[01:28.56]And I can't leave this world behind
[01:33.26]
[01:36.64]Some prophecies are self-fulfilling
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[01:43.22]But I've had to work for all of mine
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[01:49.78]Better times will come to me, God willing
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[01:55.01]Cause I can't leave this world behind
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[02:51.44]This world must be frightening
[02:53.96]
[02:54.62]everybody's on the run
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[02:57.58]And I can't leave this world behind
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[03:04.69]And my house is a wooden one and
[03:07.69]
[03:08.14]its built on a wooden one
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[03:10.64]Seems I can't leave this world behind
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[03:19.17]Preacher says when the Master calls us
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[03:25.75]He's gonna give us wings to fly
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[03:32.27]But my wings are made of hay and corn husks
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[03:37.71]So I can't leave this world behind
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作词 : RITTER, JOSH
Dirt roads and dry land farming
might be the death of me
But I can't leave this world behind
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 Delia 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
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 behind
This world must be frightening
everybody's on the run
And I can't leave this world behind
And my house is a wooden one and
its 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
But my wings are made of hay and corn husks
So I can't leave this world behind