Текст песни Roger Miller - Gentle On My Mind
Roger Miller - Gentle On My Mind слова песни
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 somethin` that somebody said because they thought we fit together walkingIt`s just knowin` that the world will not be cursin` or forgivingWhen I walk along some railroad track and findThat you`re movin` on the back roads by the rivers of my mem`ryAnd for 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 cryin` 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 flowin` gentle on my mindI dipped my cup of soap back from a gurglin` cracklin` caltron in some train yardMy beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my faceThrough cupped hands round a tin can I pretend I 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