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It's 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 it's knowing I'm not shacked By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains That have dried upon some line That keeps you in the back roads By the rivers of my memory That keeps you ever gentle on my mind It's not clinging to the rocks and I'd be planted On their columns now that binds me Or something that somebody said Because they thought we fit together walkin' It's just knowing that the world will not be cursin' or forgivin' When I walk along some railroad track and find That you're movin' on the back roads By the rivers of my memory And for hours you're just gentle on my mind I dipped my cup of soap back from A gurglin' cracklin' caltron in some train yard My beard a roughen coal pile And a dirty hat pulled low across my face Through cupped hands 'round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find That you're waving from the back roads By the river of my memories Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind That you're waving from the back roads By the river of my memories Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind |