Its knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tends to leave my sleeping bag rolled up And stashed behind your couch Its knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bars And the ink stains that have dried upon some lines That keeps you on the back roads By the rivers of my memories Keeps you ever gentle On my mind Its not clinging to the rocks and ivy Planted on the columns Now that binds me Or something that somebody said Because they thought we fit together walkin Its just knowing that the world Will not be cursed or forgiven When I walk along some railway track and find That your waiting on the back roads By the rivers of my memory For hours your just gentle on my mind Though the wheat fields And the clothes lines and the Junkyards and the highways come between us And some other womans crying To her daughter cause she turned And I was gone Well i still might run in silence Tears of joy might stain my face And the summer sun might burn me Till I'm blind But not to where I cannot see You walkin down the back roads By the rivers slowing gentle On My Mind Well dip my cup of soup back From a dribblin cauldron In some train yard My beard rough and the coal pile And a dirty hat pulled low Across my face Through cuptail drivin tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find That your waiting on the back roads By the rivers of my memory Ever smilin ever gentle on my mind