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It's knowing you don't try to bind my freedom with some promise made of gold |
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That for you my door stays open and our love becomes a simple to A street |
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And it's knowing we're not shacked by forgotten words and bons |
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And the ink stains that have dried upon some line |
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That keeps you on the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry |
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That keeps you ever gentle on my mind |
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It's not clinging to the rocks and I'd be planted on some column now that binds us |
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Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking |
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It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving |
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When I'm driftin' through the market place and find |
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That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry |
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And for hours you're just gentle on my mind |
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[ steel ] |
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Though the wheet fields and the clothes lines |
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And the junk yards and the highways come between us |
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And some other woman crying to her mother cause she turned and you were gone |
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I still might walk for hours tears of joy might stain my face |
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And a summer sun might burn me till I'm blind |
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But not to where I cannot see you moving on the back roads |
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By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind |
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[ ac.guitar ] |
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The shadows freek in the autumn winds that make me draw inside myself in silence |
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Cross legged night I sit and watch the endless chase of leaves across my yard |
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And layin' down my hair brush I lean back within my window seat and find |
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That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry |
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Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind |
