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by the rivers flowin gentle on my mind
that you re waving from the back roads by the rivers of my mem ry
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 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
Through cupped hands round a tin can i pretend i hold you to my breast and find, 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, it s not clinging to the rocks and i d be planted on their columns now that

and for hours you re just gentle on my mind
that keeps you ever gentle on my mind
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind mhm, and a summer sun might burn me till i m blind
and a summer sun might burn me till i m blind
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind, when i walk along some railroad track and find
Binds me or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking, but not to where i cannot see you walking on the back roads, well it s knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk

and a summer sun might burn me till i m blind
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face, it s just knowin that the world will not be cursin or forgiving Mind, that keeps you ever gentle on my mind
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind mhm, 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
Though the wheet fields and the clothes lines, 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, but not to where i cannot see you walking on the back roads
and the ink stains that have dried upon some line

And for hours you re just 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
my beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
and the ink stains that have dried upon some line
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line, that keeps you ever gentle on my mind
And a summer sun might burn me till i m blind, 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