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It's knowing that your door is always open[00:00:10]
And your path is free to walk[00:00:13]
That makes me tend to[00:00:18]
Leave my sleeping bag rolled up[00:00:20]
And stashed behind your couch[00:00:22]
And it's knowing I'm not shackled[00:00:27]
By forgotten words and bonds[00:00:29]
And the ink stains that have dried up on some line[00:00:31]
That keeps you in the back roads[00:00:39]
By the rivers of my memory[00:00:41]
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind[00:00:43]
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy[00:00:49]
Planted on their columns now that binds me[00:00:52]
Or something that somebody said[00:00:58]
Because they thought we fit together walking[00:01:01]
It's just knowing that the world[00:01:07]
Will not be cursing or forgiving[00:01:09]
When I walk along some railroad track to find[00:01:12]
Moving on the backroads by the rivers of my memory[00:01:18]
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind[00:01:23]
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines[00:01:30]
And the junkyards and the highways come between us[00:01:32]
And some other woman crying to her mother[00:01:38]
'Cause she turned and I was gone[00:01:41]
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face[00:01:47]
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind[00:01:52]
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads[00:01:58]
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind[00:02:03]
I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin'[00:02:10]
Cracklin' caldron in some train yard[00:02:13]
My beard a-rufflin'cold cowl[00:02:18]
A dirty hat pulled low across my face[00:02:21]
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can[00:02:27]
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find[00:02:29]
That you're waving from the backroads[00:02:35]
By the rivers of my mem'ry[00:02:38]
Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind[00:02:41]