a parody:

It's knowin' I can get some snatch
Without havin' to commit to you at all,
That makes me leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch,
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And ink stains that've dried upon some line,
That keeps you in the back roads
In the rivers of my memory,
Keeps you ever gentle on my mind.

(do the rest of the song as written and then do the first verse over again !)

Art Thieme