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 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 bind me Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving When I walk along some railroad track and find That you're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry For hours you're just gentle on my mind Though the wheet fields and the clothes lines And the junk yards and the highways come between us And some other woman cryin' to her mother cause she turned and I was gone I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face And a summer sun might burn me till I'm blind But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads By the rivers flowin' 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 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 mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
