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It's knowing that your door is always open |
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And your path is free to walk |
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That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag |
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Rolled up and stashed behind your couch |
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And it's knowing I'm not shackled |
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By forgotten words and bonds |
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And the ink stains that are dried upon some line |
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That keeps you in the backroads |
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By the rivers of my memory |
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That keeps you ever gentle on my mind |
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It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy |
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Planted on their columns now that bind me |
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Or something that somebody said |
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Because they thought we fit together walking |
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It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing |
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Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find |
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That you're moving on the backroads |
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By the rivers of my memory |
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And for hours you're just gentle on my mind |
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Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines |
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And the junkyards and the highways come between us |
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And some other woman's cryin' to her mother |
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'Cause she turned and I was gone |
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I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face |
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And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind |
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But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads |
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By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind |
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I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' |
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Cracklin' caldron in some train yard |
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My beard a rustling, cold towel, and |
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A dirty hat pulled low across my face |
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Through cupped hands 'round the tin can |
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I pretend to hold you to my breast and find |
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That you're waiting from the backroads |
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By the rivers of my memories |
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Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind |