It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
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That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
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And it's knowing I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons
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And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
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That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry
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That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
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It's not clinging to the rocks and I'd be planted on their columns now that binds me
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Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
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It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
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When I walk along some railroad track and find
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That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry
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And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
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Though the wheet fields and the clothes lines
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And the junk yards and the highways come between us
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And some other woman's crying to her mother cause she turned and I was gone
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I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
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And a summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
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But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads
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By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
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I dipped my cup of soap back from a gurgling crackling caltron in some train yard
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My beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
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Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
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That you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry
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Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind
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Gentle On My Mind
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| Henson Cargill |
