[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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