[00:06.20]It's knowin' that your door is always open
[00:09.09]And your path is free to walk
[00:14.98]That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
[00:17.93]Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
[00:23.76]And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
[00:28.61]And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
[00:35.20]That keeps you on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
[00:39.47]That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
[00:46.38]It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy
[00:48.97]Planted on their columns now that bind me
[00:55.35]Or something that somebody said because
[00:58.14]They thought we fit together walkin'
[01:04.07]It's just knowing that the world, will not be cursing or forgiving
[01:08.62]When I walk along some railroad track and find
[01:14.01]That you're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
[01:20.03]And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
[01:26.52]Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
[01:28.90]And the junkyards and the highways come between us
[01:35.69]And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
[01:39.09]'Cause she turned and I was gone
[01:44.35]I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
[01:49.44]And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
[01:55.68]But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the back roads
[02:00.42]By the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind
[02:07.53]I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' cracklin' cauldron
[02:11.64]In some train yard
[02:16.10]My beard a rustlin' coal pile
[02:18.89]And a dirty hat pulled low across my face
[02:25.23]Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
[02:27.30]I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
[02:33.20]That you're waitin' from the back roads
[02:36.95]By the rivers of my memory ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind
[02:45.07]gentle on my mind