Текст песни Gentle On My Mind - Tammy Wynette
                                                It′s 
                                                knowing 
                                                you 
                                                don't 
                                                try 
                                                to 
                                                bind 
                                                my 
                                                freedom 
                                                with 
                                                some 
                                                promise 
                                                made 
                                                of 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                for 
                                                you 
                                                my 
                                                door 
                                                stays 
                                                open 
                                                and 
                                                our 
                                                love 
                                                becomes 
                                                    a 
                                                simple 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                street
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it′s 
                                                knowing 
                                                we're 
                                                not 
                                                shackled 
                                                by 
                                                forgotten 
                                                words 
                                                and 
                                                bonds
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                ink 
                                                stains 
                                                that 
                                                have 
                                                dried 
                                                upon 
                                                some 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                keeps 
                                                you 
                                                on 
                                                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 
                                                I′d 
                                                be 
                                                planted 
                                                on 
                                                some 
                                                column 
                                                now 
                                                that 
                                                binds 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                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'm 
                                                driftin′ 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                market 
                                                place 
                                                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 
                                                junk 
                                                yards 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                highways 
                                                come 
                                                between 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                some 
                                                other 
                                                woman 
                                                crying 
                                                to 
                                                her 
                                                mother 
                                                'cause 
                                                she 
                                                turned 
                                                and 
                                                you 
                                                were 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                still 
                                                might 
                                                walk 
                                                for 
                                                hours 
                                                tears 
                                                of 
                                                joy 
                                                might 
                                                stain 
                                                my 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                summer 
                                                sun 
                                                might 
                                                burn 
                                                me 
                                                till 
                                                I′m 
                                                blind
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                not 
                                                to 
                                                where 
                                                    I 
                                                cannot 
                                                see 
                                                you 
                                                moving 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                back 
                                                roads
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                rivers 
                                                flowing 
                                                gentle 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                shadows 
                                                creek 
                                                in 
                                                autumn 
                                                winds 
                                                that 
                                                make 
                                                me 
                                                draw 
                                                inside 
                                                myself 
                                                in 
                                                silence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cross 
                                                legged 
                                                now 
                                                    I 
                                                sit 
                                                and 
                                                watch 
                                                the 
                                                endless 
                                                chase 
                                                of 
                                                leaves 
                                                across 
                                                my 
                                                yard
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                layin' 
                                                down 
                                                my 
                                                hair 
                                                brush 
                                                    I 
                                                lean 
                                                back 
                                                within 
                                                my 
                                                window 
                                                seat 
                                                and 
                                                find
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                you're 
                                                moving 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                back 
                                                roads 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                rivers 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                memory
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ever 
                                                smiling, 
                                                ever 
                                                gentle 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Apartment #9
2 Don't Come Home a Drinkin' (With Lovin' on Your Mind)
3 Don’t Touch Me
4 There Goes My Everything
5 Send Me No Roses
6 Your Good Girl's Gonna Go Bad
7 Walk Through This World With Me
8 I’m Not Mine to Give
9 I Wound Easy (But I Heal Fast)
10 Almost Persuaded
11 Gentle On My Mind
12 Honey (I Miss You)
13 The Legend of Bonnie & Clyde
14 All Night Long
15 Sweet Dreams
16 Yesterday
17 D-I-V-O-R-C-E
18 Come On Home
19 When There's a Fire In Your Heart
20 Kiss Away
21 Lonely Street
22 Stand By Your Man
23 It's My Way
24 Forever Yours
25 I Stayed Long Enough
26 It Keeps Slipping My Mind
27 My Arms Stay Open Late
28 I've Learned
29 Cry, Cry Again
30 Joey
31 If I Were a Little Girl
32 Don't Make Me Go to School
33 I'm Only a Woman
34 There's Quite a Difference
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