It’s knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk (free to walk, free to walk, free to walk, free to walk) That makes me know that I can leave My sleeping bag behind your couch (yes it’ll be right there) Yes it does (yes it’ll be right there)
It’s knowing I’m not shackled by forgotten words and bonds And your ink stains that have dried upon some line Keeps you on the backroads (backroads) By the rivers of my memory (memory) It keeps you ever gentle on my mind (gentle on my mind, yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ouh (gentle on my mind, yeah)
It’s not clinging to some rocks and ivy planted on some column now that binds me, no, it don’t Or something that somebody said Because they thought we fit together walking We did it, baby
It’s knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving When they turn around and find That you’re moving on the backroads (backroads) You’re still on my memory (memory) You’re ever gentle on my mind (gentle on my mind, yeah) Yes, I’m baby (gentle on my mind, yeah)
Yeah, you’re gentle (gentle on my mind, yeah) You’re gentle (gentle on my mind, yeah) You’re gentle and gentle (gentle on my mind, yeah) You’re gentle on the backroads (gentle on my mind, yeah) Yeah, yeah (gentle on my mind, yeah) You’re gentle on my mind (gentle on my mind, yeah) Say that, babe (gentle on my mind, yeah) You’re gentle on my mind (gentle on my mind, yeah) Yeah (gentle on my mind, yeah)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
