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