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♪ [Julianne] It's knowin' 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 ♪
♪ An' 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 on the back roads by the rivers of my memory ♪
♪ That keeps you ever gentle on my mind ♪
♪ An' it's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that bind me ♪
[cat cameo]
♪ Or somethin' that somebody said because they thought we fit together walkin' ♪
♪ It's just knowin' that the world will not be cursin' or forgivin' ♪
♪ When I walk along some railroad track and find ♪
♪ That you're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my memory ♪
♪ And for hours you're just gentle on my mind ♪
[Julianne mandolin]
[also known as her scholarship]
[as it pays her way through college haha]
[Katie fiddle]
♪ Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the junkyards and the highways flow between us ♪
♪ And some other woman's cryin' to her mother 'cause she turned and you were 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 back roads ♪
♪ By the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind ♪
[Matt guitar]
[Emmett dobro]
♪ You dip your cup of soup back from a gurglin', cracklin' caldron in some train yard ♪
♪ Your beard a rustlin' coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across your face ♪
♪ Through cupped hands 'round a tin can, I pretend to hold you to myself and find ♪
♪ That you're waiting from the back roads by the rivers of my memory ♪
♪ Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind ♪
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