Gentle On My Mind

Its 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 its knowin Im 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
Its not clingin to the rocks and ivy
And for hours youre just gentle on my mind
Or something that somebody said
because They thought we fit together walkin
Its just knowing that the world
Will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That youre movin on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
Planted on their columns now that bind me
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other womans cryin to her mother
cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence
Tears of joy might stain my face
But not to where I cannot see You
walkin on the back roads
By the rivers flowin gentle on my mind
by dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin cracklin cauldron
And the summer sun might burn me till Im blind
In some train yard
My beard a rustlin 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 waitin from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smilin, ever gentle on my mind