It's the humming of the engines of the greyhound bus and trains
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That keeps your memory on my mind and here with me
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Many miles have come between us, cold nights on some roadside
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Bringin' back your gentle ways of loving me
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It's the thought of how you loved me, how you treat me, how you thrill me
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That clears my fogged mind to where I see
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Some little girl as I walk by just looking at me sadly
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Bringin' back your gentle ways of loving me
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It's just your gentle way of loving me
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It's just your gentle way of loving me
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It's your hapiness I've never found with other loves that bothers
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And a mother saying how her child loves me
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And times you never talked about those late evening hours
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Bringin' back your gentle ways of loving me
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Your Gentle Ways Of Loving Me
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| The Byrds |
