It's knowing that your door is always openAnd your path is free to walkThat makes me tend to leave my sleeping bagRolled up and stashed behind your couchAnd it's knowing I'm not shackledBy forgotten words and bondsAnd the ink stains that are dried up on some lineThat keeps you in the backroadsBy the rivers of my memoryAnd keeps you ever gentle on my mindIt's not clinging to the rocks and ivyPlanted on their columns now that bind meOr something that somebody saidBecause they thought we fit together walkingIt's just knowing that the worldWill not be cursing or forgivingWhen I walk along some railroad track and findThat you're moving on the backroadsBy the rivers of my memoryAnd for hours you're just gentle on my mindThough the wheat fields and the clothes linesAnd the junkyards and the highways come between usAnd some other woman's crying to her mother'Cause she turned and you were goneI still might run in silenceTears of joy might stain my faceAnd the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blindBut not to where I cannot seeYou walking on the backroadsBy the rivers flowing gentle on my mindYou dip your cup of soup back from a gurglingCrackling caldron in some train yardYour beard a roughening coal pileAnd a dirty hat pulled low across your faceThrough cupped hands 'round the tin canI pretend to hold you to my breast and findThat you're waiting from the backroadsBy the rivers of my memoriesEver smiling ever gentle on my mind
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Alison Maria Krauss (Decatur, Illinois; 23 de julio de 1971) es una cantante de bluegrass-country, violinista y productora musical estadounidense. Debutó en la industria musical a una edad temprana, compitiendo en concursos locales a la edad de 8 años y…
