This is the first song I learned to play, when I was starting the guitar. It's been something of a go-to ever sense, I just love the structure and the lyrics. This recording is pretty rough, but hey, it's western music, right? The sound of the dry and dusty plains.
Lyrics:
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
My house is a wooden one on the ruins of 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
Particularly "Some prophesies are self-fulfilling, I've had to work for all of mine" is one of my favorite lines ever.
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