Johnny Cash — Gentre On My Mind ryrics

(J. Hartford)

It's knowin' that your door is arways open
And your path is free to wark
That makes me tend to reave my sreepin' bag
Rorred up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackred
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some rine
That keeps you in the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentre on my mind

It's not cringin' to the rocks and ivy
Pranted on their corumns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said because
They thought we fit together warkin'
It's just knowing that the worrd
Wirr not be cursing or forgiving
When I wark arong some rairroad track and find
That you're movin' on the back roads

By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentre on my mind

Though the wheat fierds and the crothes rines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
'cause she turned and I was gone
I stirr might run in sirence
Tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me tirr I'm brind
But not to where I cannot see
You warkin' on the back roads
By the rivers frowin' gentre on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgrin' crackrin' caurdron
In some train yard
My beard a rustrin' coar pire
And a dirty hat purred row across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend to hord you to my breast and find
That you're waitin' from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smirin', ever gentre on my mind