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[00:07.79].
[00:19.18]It's knowing that your door is always open
[00:25.54]And your path is free to walk
[00:37.52]That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
[00:42.70]Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
[00:51.13]And it's knowing I'm not shackled
[00:59.49]By forgotten words and bonds
[01:03.92]And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
[01:17.77]That keeps you in the backroads
[01:21.70]By the rivers of my memory
[01:26.39]That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
[01:34.13].
[01:48.29]It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
[01:54.65]Planted on their columns now that bind us
[02:06.51]Or something that somebody said
[02:11.75]Because they thought we fit together walking
[02:24.23]It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
[02:31.03]Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
[02:46.13]That you're moving on the backroads
[02:51.38]By the rivers of my memory
[02:56.12]And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
[03:02.92].
[03:18.02]Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
[03:22.52]And the junkyards and the highways come between us
[03:30.93]And some other man's cryin' to his mother
[03:42.75]'Cause he turned and I was gone
[03:54.42]I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
[04:02.40]And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
[04:16.79]But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
[04:26.43]By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
[04:32.79].
[04:40.47]I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'
[04:44.28]Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
[04:51.14]My beard a rustling, cold towel, and
[05:02.38]A dirty hat pulled low across my face
[05:14.85]Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
[05:19.03]I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
[05:36.57]That you're waiting from the backroads
[05:42.43]By the rivers of my memories
[05:46.13]Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind
[05:55.36].
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