Gentle On My Mind - Remastered 2001

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 are 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
 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
 I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
 And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
 But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
 By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
 
 I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'
 Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
 My beard a rustling, cold towel, and
 A dirty hat pulled low across my face
 Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
 I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
 That you're waiting from the backroads
 By the rivers of my memories
 Ever smilin' ever 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 are 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
 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
 I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
 And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
 But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
 By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
 
 I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'
 Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
 My beard a rustling, cold towel, and
 A dirty hat pulled low across my face
 Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
 I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
 That you're waiting from the backroads
 By the rivers of my memories
 Ever smilin' ever 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 are 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
 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
 I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
 And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
 But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
 By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
 
 I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'
 Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
 My beard a rustling, cold towel, and
 A dirty hat pulled low across my face
 Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
 I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
 That you're waiting from the backroads
 By the rivers of my memories
 Ever smilin' ever 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 are 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
 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
 I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
 And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
 But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
 By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
 
 I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'
 Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
 My beard a rustling, cold towel, and
 A dirty hat pulled low across my face
 Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
 I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
 That you're waiting from the backroads
 By the rivers of my memories
 Ever smilin' ever 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 are 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
 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
 I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
 And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
 But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
 By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
 
 I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'
 Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
 My beard a rustling, cold towel, and
 A dirty hat pulled low across my face
 Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
 I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
 That you're waiting from the backroads
 By the rivers of my memories
 Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind