Gentle On My Mind — текст песни (Hank Snow)

It`s knowin` that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin` bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it`s knowin` I`m not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem`ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It`s not clinging to the rocks and I`d be planted on their columns now that binds me
Or somethin` that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
It`s just knowin` that the world will not be cursin` or forgivin`
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you`re movin` on the back roads by the rivers of my mem`ry
And for hours you`re just gentle on my mind
Though the wheet fields and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other woman cryin` to her mother cause she turned and I was gone
I still run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And a 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 dipped my cup of soap back from a gurglin` cracklin` caltron in some train yard
My beard a roughen 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 wavin` from the back roads by the rivers of my mem`ry
Ever smilin` ever gentle on my mind