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
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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 on 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 somethin' that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
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It's just knowing that the world will not be cursin' or forgivin'
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When I walk along some railroad track and find
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That you're movin' 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 cryin' 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 walkin' on the back roads
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By the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind
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The shadows freek in the autumn winds that make me draw inside myself in silence
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Cross legged now I sit and watch the endless chase of leaves across my yard
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And laying down my hair brush I lean back within my window seat 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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Evrer smiling ever gentle on my mind
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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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| Johnny & Jonie Mosby |
