G5                                G5 
It's knowing that your door is always open 
         G5               A5 
and your path is free to walk, 
                      A5 
that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag 
              D5                  G5 
rolled up and stashed behind your couch. 
         G5 
And it's knowing I'm not shackled 
       G5 
by forgotten words and bonds 
        G5                                     A5 
and the ink stains that have dried if on some line, 
                       A5 
that keeps you in the backroads 
 
by the rivers of my mem'ry 
      A5             D5          G5 
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.