Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing that your door is always open

  • It's knowing that your door is always open
  • 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 forgotten words and bonds
  • And the ink stains that
  • have dried upon some line
  • That keeps you in the backroads
  • By the rivers of my mem'ry
  • 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 somebody said
  • Because they thought we fit together walking
  • It's just knowing that the world
  • will not be cursing
  • Or forgiving when
  • I walk along some railroad track and find
  • That you are moving on the backroads
  • By the rivers of my mem'ry
  • 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 between us
  • And some other woman crying 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 on the backroads
  • By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
  • I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling
  • Crackling caldron in some train yard
  • My beard a roughning coal pile and
  • A dirty hat pulled low across my face
  • Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
  • I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
  • That you're waving from the backroads
  • By the rivers of my mem'ry
  • Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind
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