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 It's knowing I'm not shacked by
forgotten words and bons And the ink stains that
have dried upon some line That keeps you in the
back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry 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
knowin' that the world will not be cursing or
forgiving When I walk along some railroad track
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I dipped my cup of soap back from a gurgling
crackling 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 I hold you to my breast and find
That you're wavin' from the back roads by the
rivers of my mem'ry Ever smiling ever gentle on my
mind That you're wavin' from the back roads by the
rivers of my mem'ry Ever smiling ever gentle on my
mind