Gentle on My Mind

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It's

knowing

that your

door

is always o

pen

And your

path

is free to walk

That

makes

me tend to

leave

my sleeping

bag

Rolled up and

stashed

behind your

couch

And it's

knowing

I'm not

shackled

By fo

rgotten

words and

bonds

And the

ink

stains that are

dried

upon some

line

That

keeps

you on the

back

roads

By the

rivers

of my

memory

That

keeps

you ever

gentle

on my

mind

It's not

clinging

to the rocks

and

ivy

Planted

on their

columns

now that

binds

me

Or

something

that some

bo

- , dy said

Be

cause

they thought we

fit

together

walking

It's just

knowing

that the

world

will not be

cursing

or for

giving

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

junkyards

and the

highways

come be

tween

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

Oh, but

not

to where I

cannot

see you

walkin'

on the

back

roads

By the

rivers

flowing

gentle

on my

mind

I

dip

my cup of

soup

back from a

gurglin',

Cracklin'

cauldron

in some

train

yard

My

beard

a rustling, a

cold

towel,

and a

dirty

hat pulled

low

across my

face

Through

cupped

hands 'round the

tin

can

I pre

tend

to hold you

to

my breast and

find

That you're

waiting

from the

back

roads

By the

rivers

of my

memories

Ever

smilin',

ever

gentle

on my

mind