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[00:14.31]It's knowing that your door is always open
[00:17.62]And your path is free to walk
[00:24.09]That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
[00:27.21]Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
[00:33.84]And it's knowing I'm not shackled
[00:36.09]By forgotten words and bonds
[00:38.90]And the ink stains that are dried up on some line
[00:46.37]That keeps you in the backroads
[00:48.89]By the rivers of my memory
[00:51.32]And keeps you ever gentle on my mind
[00:58.38]It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
[01:01.57]Planted on their columns now that bind me
[01:08.59]Or something that somebody said
[01:11.32]Because they thought we fit together walking
[01:18.15]It's just knowing that the world
[01:20.48]Will not be cursing or forgiving
[01:23.55]When I walk along some railroad track and find
[01:30.98]That you're moving on the backroads
[01:33.61]By the rivers of my memory
[01:36.04]And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
[01:43.42]Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
[01:45.94]And the junkyards and the highways come between us
[01:53.17]And some other woman's crying to her mother
[01:56.70]'Cause she turned and you were gone
[02:03.17]I still might run in silence
[02:05.69]Tears of joy might stain my face
[02:08.12]And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
[02:15.44]But not to where I cannot see
[02:17.81]You walking on the backroads
[02:20.40]By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
[02:27.77]You dip your cup of soup back from a gurgling
[02:31.06]Crackling caldron in some train yard
[02:37.34]Your beard a roughening coal pile
[02:39.97]And a dirty hat pulled low across your face
[02:47.47]Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
[02:49.89]I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
[02:57.21]That you're waiting from the backroads
[02:59.73]By the rivers of my memories
[03:02.16]Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind