SOL SOL7
It's knowing that your door is always open
SOL LAm
and your path is free to walk,
LAm7
that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
RE7 SOL
rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
SOL
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
SOL7
by forgotten words and bonds
SOL LAm
and the ink stains that have dried if on some line,
LAm7
that keeps you in the backroads
by the rivers of my mem'ry
LAm RE7 SOL
that keeps you ever gentle on my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
planted on the 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 are moving on the backroads
by the rivers of my mem'ry
and for hours you're just gentle on my mind.
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