Текст песни Gentle On My Mind

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 memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that bind 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're moving on the backroads
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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's 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 till 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 of soup back from a gurgling
crackling cauldron in some train yard
My beard a roughened coal pile and a dirty hat
pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands round a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're wavin' from the backroads
by the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind