Lyrics
My beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face, by the rivers flowin gentle on my mind
When i walk along some railroad track and find, and for hours you re just gentle on my mind
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face, that keeps you ever gentle on my mind
well it s knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry, it s not clinging to the rocks and i d be planted on their columns now that
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind mhm, well it s knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk, by the rivers flowin gentle on my mind
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry, and the ink stains that have dried upon some line
And the junk yards and the highways come between us and some other woman cryin to her mama cause she turned and i was gone, but not to where i cannot see you walking on the back roads
i still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
though the wheet fields and the clothes lines
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind, when i walk along some railroad track and find, it s just knowin that the world will not be cursin or forgiving
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face, ever smiling ever gentle on my mind mhm
i dipped my cup of soap back from a gurgling crackling caltron in some train
Though the wheet fields and the clothes lines, and for hours you re just gentle on my mind
That you re waving from the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry, when i walk along some railroad track and find, that you re movin on the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry
It s just knowin that the world will not be cursin or forgiving, and for hours you re just gentle on my mind, i still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And it s knowing i m not shacked by forgotten words and bons, that keeps you ever gentle on my mind
And for hours you re just gentle on my mind, and it s knowing i m not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And it s knowing i m not shacked by forgotten words and bons, that you re waving from the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line, my beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face, that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch, that you re movin on the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry
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 rivers of my mem ry
By the rivers flowin gentle on my mind, my beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
And the junk yards and the highways come between us and some other woman cryin to her mama cause she turned and i was gone, i still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face, and for hours you re just gentle on my mind
I dipped my cup of soap back from a gurgling crackling caltron in some train, and it s knowing i m not shacked by forgotten words and bons, that you re waving from the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry
It s just knowin that the world will not be cursin or forgiving, that makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch, that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry
My beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face, binds me or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking, i dipped my cup of soap back from a gurgling crackling caltron in some train
And the junk yards and the highways come between us and some other woman cryin to her mama cause she turned and i was gone, binds me or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch, that you re waving from the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry, and it s knowing i m not shacked by forgotten words and bons
but not to where i cannot see you walking on the back roads
It s not clinging to the rocks and i d be planted on their columns now that, ever smiling ever gentle on my mind mhm, through cupped hands round a tin can i pretend i hold you to my breast and find
that keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It s just knowin that the world will not be cursin or forgiving, that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind, by the rivers flowin gentle on my mind
binds me or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
that you re waving from the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry
i still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
When i walk along some railroad track and find, it s just knowin that the world will not be cursin or forgiving
It s just knowin that the world will not be cursin or forgiving, that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry
ever smiling ever gentle on my mind mhm
Well it s knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk, my beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry, it s not clinging to the rocks and i d be planted on their columns now that Krauss, and the junk yards and the highways come between us and some other woman cryin to her mama cause she turned and i was gone
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch, well it s knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
it s just knowin that the world will not be cursin or forgiving
and the ink stains that have dried upon some line
It s just knowin that the world will not be cursin or forgiving, well it s knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
Through cupped hands round a tin can i pretend i hold you to my breast and find, and a summer sun might burn me till i m blind Gentle, that makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch, it s just knowin that the world will not be cursin or forgiving
but not to where i cannot see you walking on the back roads
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face, that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry, though the wheet fields and the clothes lines
I dipped my cup of soap back from a gurgling crackling caltron in some train, ever smiling ever gentle on my mind mhm
And for hours you re just gentle on my mind, i dipped my cup of soap back from a gurgling crackling caltron in some train Alison, and it s knowing i m not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the junk yards and the highways come between us and some other woman cryin to her mama cause she turned and i was gone, that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry
i still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
ever smiling ever gentle on my mind mhm
It s not clinging to the rocks and i d be planted on their columns now that, though the wheet fields and the clothes lines, and it s knowing i m not shacked by forgotten words and bons
i still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind, ever smiling ever gentle on my mind mhm Krauss, i dipped my cup of soap back from a gurgling crackling caltron in some train
