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
         G
by the rivers of my mem'ry
       Am              D7         G
that keeps you ever gentle on my mind..