Gentle On My Mind (Live at The White House) - Buck Owens
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 up on some line
That keeps you in the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks
And ivy planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said because
They thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing
That the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along
Some railroad track by
That you're waving from the back roads
By the river of my memory
Ever hour you 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 cryin' 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 till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the back roads
By the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind
