Gentle On My Mind

Text písně 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