IntroVerseIt's Knowing That Your Door Is Always Open And Your Path Is Free To Walk That Makes MeTend To Leave My Sleeping Bag Rolled Up And Stashed Behind Your CouchVerse 2And It's Knowing I'm NotShackledBy Forgotten Words AndBonds And The Ink Stains ThatHave Dried Upon Some Line That Keeps You In The BackroadsBy The Rivers Of My Mem'ryThat Keeps You Ever Gentle On My MindVerse 3It's Not Clinging To The Rocks And IvyPlanted On Their Columns Now That Binds MeOr Something That Somebody Said Because They Thought We Fit Together WalkingVerse 4It's Just Knowing That The World Will Not Be Cursing Or Forgiving When I Walk Along SomeRailroad Track And Find That You Are Moving On TheBackroadsBy The Rivers Of MyMem'ry And For Hours You're Just Gentle On My MindVerse 5Though The Wheat Fields And TheClothes LinesAnd The Junkyards And TheHighwaysCome Between UsVerse 6And Some Other Woman Crying To Her Mother 'Cause She Turned And I Was GoneI Still Might Run InSilence Tears OfJoy Might Stain MyFace And The Summer Sun MightBurn Me 'Til I'm Blind But Not To Where I Cannot See You Walkin' On The Backroads By TheRivers Flowing Gentle On My MindOutroI Dip My Cup Of Soup Back From The Gurglin' Cracklin' Caldron In Some Train YardMy Beard A Roughning Coal Pile And A Dirty Hat Pulled Low Across My Face
