Primeira Parte: Parte 1 de 7
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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 shackled by
Forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that
Have dried upon some line
That keeps you on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
Segunda Parte: Parte 1 de 2
It's not clinging to the rocks
And ivy planted on their columns
Now that bind me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit
Together walkin'
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 moving on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're 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 woman's crying
To her mother
'cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence
Tears of joy might stain my face
And summer sun might burn me
Till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see
You walkin' on the back roads
By the rivers
Flowing gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup
Back from the gurglin'
Crackling cauldron
In some train yard
My beard, a rustling cold towel
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 memories
Ever smilin'
Ever gentle on my mind
Gentle on my mind
