Gentle On My Mind by DEAN MARTIN
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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 the couch
It's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried up on some line
That keeps you in the back roads 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 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 cursing 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
Through the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other man crying to his mother 'cause he turned and you were 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 on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling cauldron in some train yard
My bitter rough and coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend you hold me to my breast and find
That you're waving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind