I heard this today. Glen Campbell had a monster hit with this, I never really paid attention to it but I heard the John Hartford version. He was the one that wrote it. Somehow he makes the lyrics jump out at me.
"Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards 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 walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind"
You just couldn't write a song like this today.
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