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INTERPRÉTATION
Elvis Presley
Voix principales
Albert Edelman
Violon
Anna Oldham
Violon
Anne Kendall
Violoncelle
Bobby Emmons
Orgue
Bobby Wood
Piano
Donna Thatcher
Chœurs
Ed Kollis
Harmonica
Edward Freudberg
Violon
Gene Chrisman
Batterie
Glen Spreen
Saxophone
Gloria Hendricks
Violon
Hal Saunders
Violon
Jack Jr. Hale
Trombone
Jackie Thomas
Trombone
Joe D'Gerolamo
Cor d’harmonie
John Wehlan
Alto
Mary Holladay
Chœurs
Mary Snyder
Alto
Mike Leech
Basse
Noel Gilbert
Violon
Nono Ravarino
Alto
Peter Spurbeck
Violoncelle
R.F. Taylor
Trompette
Reggie Young
Guitare électrique
Robert Snyder
Violon
Ronnie Milsap
Piano
Sandy Posey
Chœurs
TOMMY COGBILL
Basse
Tony Cason
Cor d’harmonie
Vernon Taylor
Alto
Wayne Jackson
Trompette
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
John Hartford
Paroles/Composition
Glen Spreen
Arrangement
Mike Leech
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chips Moman
Production
Felton Jarvis
Production
Al Pachucki
Ingénierie
Roy Shockley
Ingénierie
Paroles
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up
And stashed behind your couch
It's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried up on some lovin'
That keeps you in the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
It keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we'd fit together walkin'
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursin'
Or forgivin' when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory and for hours
You're just gentle on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's 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 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you
Walking in the back roads
By the rivers flowing gently on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling
Cracking cauldron in some train yard
My beard a roughening coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands around the 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 smiling ever gentle on my mind
Writer(s): Sid Tepper, Roy C. Bennett
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