Текст песни Gentle On My Mind (Live) - Glen Campbell

Let's do it Carl - some more old ones
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk (thank-you)That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And ink stains that have dried upon some line
Lord, that keeps you on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
And - it's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted
On their columns now that bind me (no it ain't)Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walkin'It's just knowin' that this world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you are movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
Or - I may dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'Cracklin' cauldron in some train yard
With my beard a roughnin', coal pile, and a dirty hat
Pulled low across my face
Well I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
And a summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
Lord, but not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the back roads
By the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind
Flow gentle o-on my mi-hi-hi-ind, Lord
Thank you