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It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk |
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That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch |
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And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds |
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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 memory |
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Keeps you ever gentle on my mind |
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It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted in a row that bind me |
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Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking |
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It's knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving |
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When I walk along some railroad track and find |
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That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory for hours you're just gentle on my mind |
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Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the junkyards and the highways come between us |
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And some other woman's crying to her mother |
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She turned and love was gone |
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I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face |
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The summer sun might burn me till I'm blind |
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But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads |
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By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind |
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I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling cauldron in some train yard |
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My beard a rustling coal pile a dirty hat pulled low across my face |
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Through cupped hands 'round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find |
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That you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory |
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Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind |
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oh~ |
