Gentle On My Mind

Aretha Franklin

It's knowing that your 
Door is always open 
And your path is 
Free to walk 

That makes me know that 
I can leave my sleeping bag 
Behind your couch 

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 
By the rivers of my memory 
It keeps you ever 
Gentle on my mind 

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 

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 
You're still on my memory 
You're ever gentle on my mind 

(Gentle on my mind, yeah) 
(Gentle on my mind, yeah)...