oh benny mart now it s knowin that your door is always open and your path is free to walk 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 the ink stains that have dried upon some lines that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory and keeps you ever gentle on my mind oh sam sammy bush it s not clingin to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that binds me 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 walk along some railroad track and find that you re wavin from the back roads by the rivers of my memory for hours you re just gentle on my mind although the wheat fields and the curled twines and the junkyards and the highways come between us and some other woman cryin to her mother cause she turned and i was gone i still might run in silence 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 walkin on the back roads by the rivers flowin gentle on my mind take robin and buddy ellins i dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin cracklin cauldron in some train yard my beard a roughenin coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face through cupped hands round a tin can i pretend to hold you to my breast and find that you re wavin from the back roads by the rivers of my memory ever smilin ever gentle on my mind