It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
Em Em(maj7)
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 binds me
Em Em(maj7)
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
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By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
(I'll play one)
Or may I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin'
Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
Em Em(maj7)
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
Outro
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind And everbody here You're gentle on my mind
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