Dean Martin - Gentle on My Mind

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 have dried up on some line

That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory

That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy

Planted on their columns now that binds me

Or something that somebody said

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

By the rivers of my memory

And for hours you're just gentle on my mind

Well I dip my cup of soup back

From the gurgling crackling caldron in some train yard

My beard a roughening coal pile

And a dirty hat pulled low across my face

Cupped hands 'round a tin can

I pretend I hold you to my breast and find

That you're waving from the back roads

By the river of my memory

Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind

• Artist:Dean Martin
• Album: Some Happiness on Me: The Reprise Years and More 1967-1985