It's knowin' you don't try to buy my freedom
With some promise made of gold
That for you my door stays open
And our love becomes a simple two-way street.

And it's knowin' we're not shackled by forgotten words and bonds,
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 clingin' to the rocks and ivy planted,
On some column now that binds us.
Or somethin' that somebody said,
Because they thought we fit together walkin'.

It's just knowin' that the world will not be cursin' or forgivin',
When I'm driftin' through the market place and find.
That you're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my memory,
And for hours you're just gentle o-on my mind.

--- Instrumental ---

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines,
And the junk yards and the highways come between us.
And some other woman cryin' to her mother,
'Cause she turned and you were gone.

I still might walk for hours, tears of joy might stain my face,
And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind.
But not to where I cannot see you movin' on the back roads,
By the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind.

--- Instrumental ---

The shutters creak 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 movin on the backroads by the rivers of my memory,
Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind...

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