Its knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And its knowing Im not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that have dried upon some line That keeps you in the backroads By the rivers of my memry That keeps you ever gentle on my mind Its not clinging to the rocks and ivy Planted on their columns now that binds me Or something that somebody said Because they thought we fit together walking Its just knowing that the world will not be cursing Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find That you are moving on the backroads By the rivers of my memry And for hours youre just gentle on my mind Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines And the junkyards and the highways come between us And some other woman crying to her mother Cause she turned and I was gone I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face And the summer sun might burn me til Im blind But not to where I cannot see you walkin on the backroads By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin Cracklin caldron in some train yard My beard a-rufflincold cowl A dirty hat pulled low across my face Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend I hold you to my breast and find That youre waving from the backroads By the rivers of my memry Ever smilin ever gentle on my mind
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 22:24:53 +0000
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