Artist: Alison Krauss
[INTRO]
[Cmaj7]
[VERSE]
[Cmaj7]It's knowing that your door is always open,
And [Am7]your path is free to [Dm7]walk,
[Dm7]That makes me tend to leave my sleeping [Aaug]bag,
[Dm7]Rolled up and [G7]stashed behind your [Cmaj7]couch.
[Cmaj7]And it's knowing I'm not shackled,
[Cmaj7]By forgotten words and bonds,
And the [Am7]ink stains that are dried up on some [Dm7]line,
[Dm7]That keeps you in the back roads,
By the [Dm7]rivers of my [G7]memory,
And [Dm7]keeps you ever [G7]gentle on my [Cmaj7]mind. [G]
[Cmaj7]It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy,
[Cmaj7]Planted on their columns now that [Dm7]bind me,
[Dm7]Or something that somebody s[Aaug]aid,
Because [Dm7]they thought we [G7]fit, together [Cmaj7]walking.
[Cmaj7]It's just knowing that the world,
[Cmaj7]Will not be cursing or forgiving,
When I walk along some railroad track [Dm7]and find,[Am7]
That you're [Dm7]moving on the back r[Aaug]oads,
By the [Dm7]rivers of my [G7]memory,
And for [Dm7]hours you're just [G7]gentle on my [Cmaj7]mind.
[Cmaj7]Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines,
[Cmaj7]And the junkyards and the [Am7]highways come between [Dm7]us,
[Dm7]And some other woman's crying to her [Aaug]mother,
[Dm7]Cause she [G7]turned and you were[Cmaj7] gone.
[Cmaj7]I still might run in silence,
[Cmaj7]Tears of joy might stain my face,
And the [Am7]summer sun might burn me until I'm [Dm7]blind,[Am7]
[Dm7]But not to where I cannot see.
You [Dm7]walking on the back [G7]roads.
By the [Dm7]rivers flowing gentle on my [Cmaj7]mind.
[Cmaj7]You dip your cup of soup, back from a gurgling,
Crackling caul[Am7]dron, in some tr[Dm7]ain yard,
[Dm7]Your beard a roughening coal [Aaug]pile,
[Dm7]And a dirty hat [G7]pulled low across your[Cmaj7] face.
[Cmaj7]Through cupped hands 'round the tin can,
I [Am7]pretend to hold you to my breast and [Dm7]find,
[Dm7]That you're waiting from the back roads,
By the [Dm7]rivers of my [G7]memories,
Ever [Dm7]smiling, ever [G7]gentle on my [Cmaj7]mind.
[Cmaj7]
[VERSE]
[Cmaj7]It's knowing that your door is always open,
And [Am7]your path is free to [Dm7]walk,
[Dm7]That makes me tend to leave my sleeping [Aaug]bag,
[Dm7]Rolled up and [G7]stashed behind your [Cmaj7]couch.
[Cmaj7]And it's knowing I'm not shackled,
[Cmaj7]By forgotten words and bonds,
And the [Am7]ink stains that are dried up on some [Dm7]line,
[Dm7]That keeps you in the back roads,
By the [Dm7]rivers of my [G7]memory,
And [Dm7]keeps you ever [G7]gentle on my [Cmaj7]mind. [G]
[Cmaj7]It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy,
[Cmaj7]Planted on their columns now that [Dm7]bind me,
[Dm7]Or something that somebody s[Aaug]aid,
Because [Dm7]they thought we [G7]fit, together [Cmaj7]walking.
[Cmaj7]It's just knowing that the world,
[Cmaj7]Will not be cursing or forgiving,
When I walk along some railroad track [Dm7]and find,[Am7]
That you're [Dm7]moving on the back r[Aaug]oads,
By the [Dm7]rivers of my [G7]memory,
And for [Dm7]hours you're just [G7]gentle on my [Cmaj7]mind.
[Cmaj7]Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines,
[Cmaj7]And the junkyards and the [Am7]highways come between [Dm7]us,
[Dm7]And some other woman's crying to her [Aaug]mother,
[Dm7]Cause she [G7]turned and you were[Cmaj7] gone.
[Cmaj7]I still might run in silence,
[Cmaj7]Tears of joy might stain my face,
And the [Am7]summer sun might burn me until I'm [Dm7]blind,[Am7]
[Dm7]But not to where I cannot see.
You [Dm7]walking on the back [G7]roads.
By the [Dm7]rivers flowing gentle on my [Cmaj7]mind.
[Cmaj7]You dip your cup of soup, back from a gurgling,
Crackling caul[Am7]dron, in some tr[Dm7]ain yard,
[Dm7]Your beard a roughening coal [Aaug]pile,
[Dm7]And a dirty hat [G7]pulled low across your[Cmaj7] face.
[Cmaj7]Through cupped hands 'round the tin can,
I [Am7]pretend to hold you to my breast and [Dm7]find,
[Dm7]That you're waiting from the back roads,
By the [Dm7]rivers of my [G7]memories,
Ever [Dm7]smiling, ever [G7]gentle on my [Cmaj7]mind.
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