Gentle On My Mind It's knowin' that your door is always open And you path is free to walk That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up And stashed behind your couch It's knowin' I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the heat stains that have dried up on some lovin' That keeps you in the back roads By the rivers of my memory It keeps you ever gentle on my mind It's not clinging to the roc ...