Gentle on My Mind

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 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 mem'ry

And 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 mem'ry

And for hours you're just gentle on my mind.

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines

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 'til 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 gurglin'

Cracklin' caldron in some train yard,

My beard a rough'ning coal pile and

A dirty hat pulled low across my face.

Through cupped hands 'round a tin can,

I pretend I hold you to my breast and find

That you're waving from the back roads

By the rivers of my mem'ry

Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind

- John Hartford

(as performed by Glen Campbell)