Karaoké Gentle On My Mind Mike Denver

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 and find

That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory

And for hours you're 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 'cos 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 flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling caldron in some train yard

My beard a roughening coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face

Through cupped hands 'round a tin can

I pretend I hold you to my breast and find

That you're waving from the back roads by the river of my memory

Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind