Gentle on My Mind
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And you 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 heat
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 mellowed
by me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we'd fit
together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursin'
Or
forgiving 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
Till' the join might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn
me 'till 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 from a gurgling,
cracking cauldron in some train
yard
I'm barely runnin' cold how
Have a dirty hat pulled low across my
face
Who cupped hands around the tin cans
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 never changes on my mind