Gentle On My Mind

<br>It`s just knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk<br>That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch<br>And it`s knowing I`m not shacked by forgotten words and bons<br>And the ink stains that have dried upon some line<br>That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem`ry<br>That keeps you ever gentle on my mind<br>It`s not clinging to the rocks and I`d be planted on their columns now that binds me<br>Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking<br>It`s just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgivin`<br>When I walk along some railroad track and find<br>That you`re movin` on the back roads by the rivers of my mem`ry<br>And for hours you`re just gentle on my mind<br>Though the wheet fields and the clothes lines<br>And the junk yards and the highways come between us<br>And some other woman cryin` to her mother cause she turned and I was gone<br>I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face<br>And the summer sun might burn me till I`m blind<br>But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads<br>By the rivers flowin` gentle on my mind<br>I dipped my cup of soap back from a gurgling crackling caltron in some train yard<br>My beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face<br>Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend I hold you to my breast and find<br>That you`re waving from the back roads by the rivers of my mem`ry<br>Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind