Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 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 up on some line..

that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers

of my memory..

 that keeps you ever gentle on my mind.

 It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on

 their columns now, that binds 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 moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory..

 and for hours you're just gentle on my mind.

 Well, I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling

caldron in some train yard.

My beard a roughening 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 waving from the back roads, by the river of my memory,

 ever smiling ever gentle on my mind.

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