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It's knowin' that your door is always openAnd your path is free to walkThat makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bagRolled up and stashed behind your couchAnd it's knowin' I'm not shackledBy forgotten words and bondsAnd the ink stains that have dried upon some lineThat keeps you in the back roadsBy the rivers of my memoryThat keeps you ever gentle on my mindIt's not clingin' to the rocks and ivyPlanted on their columns now that bind meOr something that somebody said becauseThey thought we fit together walkin'It's just knowing that the worldWill not be cursing or forgivingWhen I walk along some railroad track and findThat you're movin' on the back roadsBy the rivers of my memoryAnd for hours you're just gentle on my mindThough the wheat fields and the clothes linesAnd the junkyards and the highways come between usAnd some other woman's cryin' to her mother'cause she turned and I was goneLetras de cancionesI still might run in silenceTears of joy might stain my faceAnd the summer sun might burn me till I'm blindBut not to where I cannot seeYou walkin' on the back roadsBy the rivers flowin' gentle on my mindI dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' cracklin' cauldronIn some train yardMy beard a rustlin' coal pileAnd a dirty hat pulled low across my faceThrough cupped hands 'round a tin canI pretend to hold you to my breast and findThat you're waitin' from the back roadsBy the rivers of my memoryEver smilin', ever gentle on my mind From Letras Mania