Текст песни Gentle On My Mind - Seasick Steve
                                                Knowin' 
                                                that 
                                                your 
                                                door 
                                                is 
                                                always 
                                                open
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                your 
                                                path's 
                                                free 
                                                to 
                                                walk
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                makes 
                                                me 
                                                tend 
                                                to 
                                                leave 
                                                my 
                                                sleepin' 
                                                bag
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rolled 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                stashed 
                                                behind 
                                                your 
                                                couch
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                knowin' 
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                shackled 
                                                by 
                                                forgotten 
                                                words 
                                                or 
                                                bonds
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                ink 
                                                stains 
                                                that 
                                                have 
                                                dried 
                                                upon 
                                                some 
                                                lines
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                keeps 
                                                you 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                backroads, 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                rivers 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                memories
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keeps 
                                                you 
                                                ever 
                                                gentle 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                not 
                                                clingin' 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                rocks 
                                                and 
                                                ivy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Planted 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                columns 
                                                now 
                                                that 
                                                binds 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                somethin' 
                                                that 
                                                somebody 
                                                said
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                    I 
                                                thought 
                                                we 
                                                fit 
                                                together 
                                                walkin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                knowin' 
                                                that 
                                                your 
                                                world 
                                                will 
                                                not 
                                                be 
                                                cursin' 
                                                or 
                                                forgivin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                walk 
                                                along 
                                                some 
                                                railroad 
                                                track 
                                                and 
                                                find
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                you 
                                                wavin' 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                backroads 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                rivers 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                memory
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ever 
                                                smilin', 
                                                ever 
                                                gentle 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Although 
                                                the 
                                                wheat 
                                                fields 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                clotheslines
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                junkyards 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                highways 
                                                come 
                                                between 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                other 
                                                woman 
                                                cryin' 
                                                to 
                                                her 
                                                mother
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                she 
                                                turned 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                still 
                                                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 
                                                backroads
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                rivers 
                                                flowin' 
                                                gentle 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'd 
                                                dip 
                                                my 
                                                cup 
                                                of 
                                                soup 
                                                back 
                                                from 
                                                them 
                                                gurglin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cracklin' 
                                                cauldron 
                                                in 
                                                some 
                                                trainyard
 
                                    
                                
                                                An' 
                                                my 
                                                beard 
                                                roughenin' 
                                                coal 
                                                pile
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dirty 
                                                hat 
                                                pulled 
                                                low 
                                                cross 
                                                my 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                cupped 
                                                hands 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                round 
                                                tin 
                                                can
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                pretend 
                                                to 
                                                hold 
                                                you 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                breast 
                                                and 
                                                find
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                you're 
                                                wavin' 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                backroads, 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                rivers 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                memory
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ever 
                                                smilin', 
                                                ever 
                                                gentle 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                you're 
                                                wavin' 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                backroads, 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                rivers 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                memory
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ever 
                                                smilin' 
                                                ever 
                                                gentle 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                you're 
                                                wavin' 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                backroads, 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                rivers 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                memory
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                hours 
                                                you're 
                                                just 
                                                gentle 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Gentle On My Mind
2 Keep That Horse Between You and the Ground
3 Walkin' Blues
4 Bullseye
5 Gypsy Blood
6 Shipwreck Love
7 Hell
8 What a Thang
9 Grass Is Greener
10 Don't Take It Away
11 Lonely Road
12 Hard Knocks
13 Maybe I Might
14 Ride
15 Everybody's Talkin' at Me
16 Southern Biscuits
17 Gonna Get There
18 Signed D.C.
19 I'm So Lonesome
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