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
sleepin' bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by
forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy planted
on their columns now that bind me
Or somethin' 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 movin' on the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines
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 the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of of soup back from
a gurglin', cracklin' cauldron in some train yard
My beard a roughnin' coal pile and a dirty hat
pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands round a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're wavin' from the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry
Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind