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Gentle On My MindIt's knowin' that your door is always openAnd 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 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 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 mama 'Cause she turned and I was gone I still run in silence Tears of joy might stain my face 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 I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'… |