[0:09]It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk.
[0:19]That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
[0:28]And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds, and the ink stains that have dried upon some lines.
[0:40]That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory. That keeps you ever gentle on my mind. It's not clean to the rocks and Ivy's planted on their columns now that bind me. Or something that somebody said because they thought we'd fit together walking.
[1:10]It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiven when I walk along some railroad track and find. That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory. And for hours you're just gentle on my mind.
[2:12]Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the junk yards and the highways come between us.
[2:21]And some other woman's crying to her mother, cuz she turned and I was gone.
[2:32]I still might run in silence. Tears of joy might stain my face and the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind.
[2:43]But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads by the rivers slow and gentle on my mind. I dipped my cup of soup back from a great when cracklin cauldron in some train yard.
[3:03]My beard a rustling coal pile in a dirty hat pulled low across my face.
[3:13]Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find. That you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory, ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind.
[3:48]Yeah! Come on!
[3:52]Woo!
[3:56]Woo! Thank you. Thank you.
