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Lyrics and Music: John Hartford
Year: 2016
Producer: Joe Henry
Coverversie van: John Hartford - Gentle On My Mind
Worked out for rory28
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
It's knowing that your door is always open
and your path is free to walk
That makes me tends to leave my sleeping bag rolled up
and stashed behind your couch.
[Verse 2]
It's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bars
and the ink stains that have dried upon some lines
that keeps you on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
and keeps you ever gentle on my mind.
[Verse 3]
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on the columns
now that binds me;
or something that somebody said
because they thought we fit together walkin'.
[Verse 4]
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursed or forgiven
when I walk along some railway track and find
that you're waiting on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
for hours you're just gentle on my mind.
[Verse 5]
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.
[Verse 6]
Well 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.
[Verse 7]
Well I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling bubbling cauldron
in some train yard;
my beard rough and the coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low
'cross my face.
[Verse 8]
Through cupped hand drivin' tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
that you're waiving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind.
[Outro]