[ Предположительная тональность: G ] G G7 It's knowing that your door is always open G Am and your path is free to walk, Am7 that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag D7 G rolled up and stashed behind your couch. G And it's knowing I'm not shackled G7 by forgotten words and bonds G Am and the ink stains that have dried if on some line, Am7 that keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry Am D7 G that keeps you ever gentle on my mind. G G7 G AM AM7 D7 G G G7 It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy G Am planted on the columns now that binds me, Am7 or something that somebody said D7 G because they thought we fit together walking. G7 It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing G Am or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track Am7 and find that you are moving on the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry Am D7 G and for hours you're just gentle on my mind.