Gentle On My Mind

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It's knowing that your door is 
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always open
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And your path is free to walk
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That makes me tend to leave my 
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sleeping bag
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Rolled up and stashed behind your 
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couch

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And it's knowing I'm not shackled
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By forgotten words and bonds
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And the ink stains that are dried 
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upon some line
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That keeps you in the backroads
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By the rivers of my memory
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That keeps you ever gentle on my 
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mind

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It's not clinging to the rocks and 
ivy
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Planted on their columns now that 
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bind me
Continues after the ad
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Or something that somebody said
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Because they thought we fit 
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together walking

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It's just knowing that the world 
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will not be cursing
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Or forgiving when I walk along 
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some railroad track and find
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That you're moving on the backroads
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By the rivers of my memory
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And for hours you're just gentle 
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on my mind

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

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I dip my cup of soup back from a 
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gurglin'
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Cracklin' caldron in some train 
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yard
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My beard a roughing coal pile, and
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A dirty hat pulled low across my 
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face

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Through cupped hands 'round the 
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tin can
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I pretend to hold you to my breast
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 and find
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That you're waveing from the 
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backroads
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By the rivers of my memories
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Ever smilin' ever gentle on my 
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mind