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Let'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 |
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to leave my sleeping bag rolled up |
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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 |
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that have dried up on some line |
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That keeps you in the back roads |
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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 |
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and ivy planted on their columns now |
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that binds 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 |
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will not be cursing or forgiving |
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when I walk along |
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some railroad track fine |
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That you're moving on the back roads |
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By the rivers of my memory and for hours |
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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 junk yards 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 |
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Tears of joy might stain my face |
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And the summer sun might burn me 'till I'm blind |
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But not to where I cannot see you |
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Walking in the back roads |
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By the rivers flowing gently on my mind |
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I dip my cup of soup from a gurgling, |
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cracking cauldron in some train yard |
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My beard a roughening coal pile |
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And a dirty hat pulled low across my face |
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Through cupped hands around the tin can |
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I pretend to hold you to my breast and find |
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That you're wavin' from the back roads |
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By the rivers of my memory |
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Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind |
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gentle on my mind |
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you are gentle on my mind |
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woo woo woo yeah |