D|--x--|----|----|
A|-----|--x-|----| Em7 is one finger on 
E|-----|----|----|     5th String 2nd fret
   [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]
D
D                      Dmaj7          D6
It's knowing that your door is always open
         Dmaj7           Em  [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch] Em7 [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]
And your path is free to walk
     Em               [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]          Em7     
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
              A                   D    Dmaj7 D6 Dmaj7              
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
         D               Dmaj7 
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
   D6                  Dmaj7
By forgotten words and bonds
        D                   Dmaj7           Em   [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch] Em7 [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch] 
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
     Em               [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]
That keeps you in the backroads
       Em7          A
By the rivers of my memory
     Em             A            D   Dmaj7 D6
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
Dmaj7    D               Dmaj7
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
D6               Dmaj7            Em      [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch] Em7 [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]
Planted on their columns now that bind me
    Em            [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]  
Or something that somebody said
Em7                     A            D      Dmaj7 D6 
Because they thought we fit together walking
 Dmaj7    D                Dmaj7             D6
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
   Dmaj7            D               Dmaj7              Em  [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch] Em7 
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
[ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]    Em            [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]       
That you're moving on the backroads
       Em7          [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]
By the rivers of my memory
        Em                A            D    Dmaj7 D6
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
Dmaj7      D                    Dmaj7
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
         D6               Dmaj7          Em    [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch] Em7
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
[ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]  Em                 [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]      Em7
And       some other woman's cryin' to her mother
           A                D    Dmaj7 D6 Dmaj7
'Cause she turned and I was gone
  D                  Dmaj7            D6                 Dmaj7
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
        D                Dmaj7            Em   [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch] Em7 [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
    Em              [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]      Em7             [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]          
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
       Em             A            D   Dmaj7 D6 Dmaj7        
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
  D             Dmaj7            D6
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'
          Dmaj7           Em        [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch] Em7 [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]
Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
   Em               [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]
My beard a roughing coal pile, and
  Em7              A             D   Dmaj7 D6 Dmaj7
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
        D                       Dmaj7 
Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
  D6                  Dmaj7            Em  [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch] Em7 [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch]
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
            Em               [ch]Em(maj7)[/ch] 
That you're waveing from the backroads
       Em7          A
By the rivers of my memories
     Em           A            D   Dmaj7 D6 Dmaj7 D