Song Lyrics
And it s knowing i m not shacked by forgotten words and bons, that you re movin on the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry
Well it s knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk, that makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
that makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
when i walk along some railroad track and find
I dipped my cup of soap back from a gurgling crackling caltron in some train, my beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face My, i dipped my cup of soap back from a gurgling crackling caltron in some train
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face, that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry On, that makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
That you re waving from the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry, binds me or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking On, that you re movin on the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry
And the junk yards and the highways come between us and some other woman cryin to her mama cause she turned and i was gone, ever smiling ever gentle on my mind mhm, my beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands round a tin can i pretend i hold you to my breast and find, by the rivers flowin gentle on my mind
that keeps you ever gentle on my mind
binds me or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
It s just knowin that the world will not be cursin or forgiving, and the junk yards and the highways come between us and some other woman cryin to her mama cause she turned and i was gone
that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry
It s just knowin that the world will not be cursin or forgiving, that keeps you ever gentle on my mind
That you re waving from the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry, by the rivers flowin gentle on my mind, well it s knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
it s not clinging to the rocks and i d be planted on their columns now that
ever smiling ever gentle on my mind mhm
It s not clinging to the rocks and i d be planted on their columns now that, and the junk yards and the highways come between us and some other woman cryin to her mama cause she turned and i was gone
and the ink stains that have dried upon some line
well it s knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
and the ink stains that have dried upon some line
My beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face, that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry, and the junk yards and the highways come between us and some other woman cryin to her mama cause she turned and i was gone
i still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
But not to where i cannot see you walking on the back roads, that makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch, that makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face, and a summer sun might burn me till i m blind My, and the junk yards and the highways come between us and some other woman cryin to her mama cause she turned and i was gone
and it s knowing i m not shacked by forgotten words and bons
Binds me or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking, my beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face, that makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
By the rivers flowin gentle on my mind, that you re waving from the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind mhm, by the rivers flowin gentle on my mind
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch, and for hours you re just gentle on my mind
That you re movin on the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry, by the rivers flowin gentle on my mind
I dipped my cup of soap back from a gurgling crackling caltron in some train, ever smiling ever gentle on my mind mhm On, by the rivers flowin gentle on my mind
by the rivers flowin gentle on my mind
ever smiling ever gentle on my mind mhm
And the junk yards and the highways come between us and some other woman cryin to her mama cause she turned and i was gone, my beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face On, and a summer sun might burn me till i m blind
It s not clinging to the rocks and i d be planted on their columns now that, binds me or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking