Gentle On My Mind chords

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It's knowin' that your door is always open
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and your path is free to walk.

That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
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rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
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And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten 

words and bonds and the ink stains that have 
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dried upon some line.

That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers 
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of my memory..that keeps you ever gentle on my 
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mind.

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It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy planted on 
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their columns now that bind me.
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Or something that somebody said because they thought 
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we fit together, walkin'.
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It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing 

or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track 
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and find..that you're movin' on the back roads by the 
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rivers of my memory and for hours you're just gentle 
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on my mind.

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Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the 
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junkyards and the highways come between us.
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And some other woman's cryin' to her mother cause she 
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turned and I was gone.
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I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain 
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my face and the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind.
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But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the back 
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roads by the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind.

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I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' cracklin' 
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cauldron in some train yard.
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My beard a rustlin' coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low 
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across my face.
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Through cupped hands 'round a tin can, I pretend to hold 
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you to my breast and find..that you're waitin' from the 
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back roads by the rivers of my memory, ever smilin', ever 
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gentle on my mind.