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		Ray Pfob
		"Gentle on my mind"

		It's knowing that your door is always open
		And your path is free to walk ... hmmm
		That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag
		Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
		It's knowing I'm not shackled
		By forgotten words and bonds
		And the heat stains that have dried upon some lovin' ... hmmm
		That keeps you in 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 ivy

		Planted on their columns now that bind me ... hmmm
		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 walk along some railroad track and find ... hmmm
		That you're movin' 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 junkyards and the highways
		Come between us ...
		And some other woman's crying
		To her mother 'cause she turned and I was gone


		I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
		And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind ... hmmm
		But not to where I cannot see you walking
		In the back roads by the rivers
		Flowing gentle on my mind

		I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling
		Crackling cauldron in some train yard
		My beard a rubbin' coal pile
		And a dirty hat pulled low across my face
		Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
		I pretend to hold you to my breast and find ... hmmm

		That you're waivin' from the back roads
		By the rivers of my memory, ever smiling, ever gentle