[00:30.93]it's knowing that your door is always open
[00:33.66]and your path is free to walk
[00:40.52]that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up
[00:43.64]and stashed behind your couch
[00:49.61]and it's knowing i'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons
[00:54.17]and the ink stains that have dried upon some line
[00:57.32]that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry
[01:05.24]that keeps you ever gentle on my mind
[01:18.14]it's not clinging to the rocks and i'd be planted on their columns now that bind me
[01:28.10]or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
[01:37.07]it's just knowin' that the world will not be cursin' or forgiving
[01:42.22]when i walk along some railroad track and find
[01:48.93]you're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry
[01:53.33]and for hours you're just gentle on my mind
[02:38.96]though the wheet fields and the clothes lines
[02:41.27]and the junk yards and the highways come between us
[02:48.44]and some other woman crying to her mother cause she turned and i was gone
[02:58.34]i still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
[03:02.84]and a summer sun might burn me till i'm blind
[03:09.82]but not to where i cannot see you walking on the back roads
[03:13.48]by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
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