Jim Ed Brown - Gentle on My Mind lyrics

It's just 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 your couch.

And it's knowing I'm not shackled

By forgotten words and bonds

And the ink stains that have dried upon 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 bind me,

Or something that somebody said

Because they thought we fit together walkin'.

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.

Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines

And the junkyards and the highways come between us,

And some other woman's crying 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

Walkin' on the back roads, by the rivers

Flowing gentle on my mind.

I dip my cup of soup back from a the

Gurglin', crackling cauldron in some train yard;

My beard a roughn'ning coal pile and a dirty hat

Pulled low across my face;

Through cupped hands 'round a tin can,

I pretend to hold you to my breast and find,

That you're wavin' from the back roads

By the rivers of my memory and for hours

You're just gentle on my mind...