Let's do it Carl - some more old ones



It's knowin' that your door is always open

And your path is free to walk (thank-you)

That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag

Rolled up and stashed behind your couch



And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds

And ink stains that have dried upon some line

Lord, that keeps you on the back roads by the rivers of my memory

That keeps you ever gentle on my mind



And - it's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted

On their columns now that bind me (no it ain't)

Or something that somebody said

Because they thought we fit together walkin'



It's just knowin' that this world will not be cursing or forgiving

When I walk along some railroad track and find

That you are movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my memory

And for hours you're just gentle on my mind



Or - I may dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'

Cracklin' cauldron in some train yard

With my beard a roughnin', coal pile, and a dirty hat

Pulled low across my face



Well I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face

And a summer sun might burn me till I'm blind

Lord, but not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the back roads

By the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind



Flow gentle o-on my mi-hi-hi-ind, Lord

Thank you