Текст песни Bill Anderson - Gentle On My Mind
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It`s knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walkThat makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couchAnd it`s knowing I`m not shacked by forgotten words and bonsAnd the ink stains that have dried upon some lineThat keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem`ryThat keeps you ever gentle on my mindIt`s not clinging to the rocks and I`d be planted on their columns now that binds meOr something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walkingIt`s just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgivingWhen I walk along some railroad track and findThat you`re moving on the back roads by the rivers of my mem`ryFor hours you`re just gentle on my mindThough the wheet fields and the clothes linesAnd the junk yards and the highways come between usAnd some other woman crying to her mother cause she turned and I was goneI still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my faceAnd a summer sun might burn me till I`m blindBut not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roadsBy the rivers flowing gentle on my mindI dipped my cup of soap back from a gurgling crackling caltron in some train yardMy beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat that pulled low across my faceThrough cupped hands around a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and findThat you`re waving from the back roads by the rivers of my mem`ryEver smiling ever gentle on my mind