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 ink stains that have dried up on some lines 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 now that binds 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 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 in the back roads By the rivers flowing gently on my mind I dip my cup of soup from a gurgling, crackling 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