所属专辑:Modern Twang
时长: 03:39
it's knowin' that your door is always open[00:00:31]
and your path is free to walk[00:00:31]
that makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag[00:00:38]
rolled up and stashed behind your couch[00:00:40]
and it's knowin' i'm not shackled[00:00:47]
by forgotten words and bonds[00:00:49]
and the ink stains that have dried upon some line[00:00:52]
that keeps you in the back roads[00:00:59]
by the rivers of my memory[00:01:01]
that keeps you ever gentle on my mind[00:01:04]
it's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy[00:01:15]
and for hours you're just gentle on my mind[00:01:18]
or something that somebody said[00:01:25]
because they thought we fit together walkin'[00:01:28]
it's just knowing that the world[00:01:35]
will not be cursing or forgiving[00:01:37]
when i walk along some railroad track and find[00:01:39]
that you're movin' on the back roads[00:01:46]
by the rivers of my memory[00:01:49]
planted on their columns now that bind me[00:01:51]
though the wheat fields and the clothes lines[00:02:36]
and the junkyards and the highways come between us[00:02:40]
and some other woman's cryin' to her mother[00:02:46]
'cause she turned and i was gone[00:02:50]
i still might run in silence[00:02:56]
tears of joy might stain my face[00:02:58]
but not to where i cannot see you[00:03:07]
walkin' on the back roads[00:03:10]
by the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind[00:03:12]
by dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' cracklin' cauldron[00:03:24]
and the summer sun might burn me till i'm blind[00:03:28]
in some train yard[00:03:29]
my beard a rustlin' coal pile[00:03:33]
and a dirty hat pulled low across my face[00:03:36]
through cupped hands 'round a tin can[00:03:43]
i pretend to hold you to my breast and find[00:03:46]
that you're waitin' from the back roads[00:03:52]
by the rivers of my memory[00:03:55]
ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind[00:03:57]