It's knowing you don't try to bind my freedom with some promise made of gold That for you my door stays open and our love becomes a simple to A street And it's knowing we're not shacked by forgotten words and bons 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 It's not clinging to the rocks and I'd be planted on some column now that binds us 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'm drifting through the market place and find That you're movin' on the back roads By the rivers of my memory for hours you're just gentle on my mind Though the wheet fields and the clothes lines And the junk yards and the highways come between us And some other woman crying to her mother cause she turned and you were gone I still might walk for hours tears of joy might stain my face And a summer sun might burn me till I'm blind But not to where I cannot see you moving on the back roads By the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind The shadows freek in the autumn winds that make me draw inside myself in silence Cross legged now I sit and watch the endless chase of leaves across my yard And layin' down my hair brush I lean back within my window seat and find That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory Evrer smiling ever gentle on my mind