Gentle On My Mind

It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch

And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clingin' 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 movin' 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 between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone

Ooh, 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 walkin' on the back roads
By the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind

Well, I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' cracklin' cauldron
In some train yard
My beard a wrestling a cold towel
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Yeah, across my face

Through cupped hands around a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find (find)
Oh-oh-oh, that you're waitin' from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind

Gentle on my mind
You are gentle on my mind
Yeah