Gentle On My Mind

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2:33

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Its knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk. That tends to make me leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch. It just knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon some line. that keeps you on the backroads by rivers of my memory smiling ever gentle on my mind. Its 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. Its just knowing that this world wont be cursing or forgiving as I walk along some railroad track and find, that your moving on the backroads by the rivers of my memory smiling ever gentle on my mind. Through the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the junkyards and the highways come between us, or some other girl is crying to her mother cause she turned and I was gone, though I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face and the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind, but not to where I cannot see you walking on the backroads by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind. I dip my cup of soup into a gurgling crackling cauldron in some train yard, my beard a rusty coal pile with 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 your moving on the backroads of the rivers of my memory ever smiling always gentle on my mind.