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[00:16.829]it's knowing that your door is always open
[00:19.559]and your path is free to walk
[00:26.420]that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up
[00:29.540]and stashed behind your couch
[00:35.510]and it's knowing i'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons
[00:40.70]and the ink stains that have dried upon some line
[00:43.220]that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry
[00:51.140]that keeps you ever gentle on my mind
[00:58.910]
[01:04.40]it's not clinging to the rocks and i'd be planted on their columns now that bind me
[01:14.0]or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
[01:20.710]
[01:22.970]it's just knowin' that the world will not be cursin' or forgiving
[01:28.120]when i walk along some railroad track and find
[01:32.500]
[01:34.830]you're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry
[01:39.230]and for hours you're just gentle on my mind
[01:44.230]
[02:24.859]though the wheet fields and the clothes lines
[02:27.169]and the junk yards and the highways come between us
[02:31.299]
[02:34.339]and some other woman crying to her mother cause she turned and i was gone
[02:41.479]
[02:44.239]i still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
[02:48.739]and a summer sun might burn me till i'm blind
[02:52.999]
[02:55.719]but not to where i cannot see you walking on the back roads
[02:59.379]by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind