Glen Campbell Gentle On My Mind with Lyrics in Description

Details
Title | Glen Campbell Gentle On My Mind with Lyrics in Description |
Author | Southern Rocker |
Duration | 2:56 |
File Format | MP3 / MP4 |
Original URL | https://youtube.com/watch?v=C9TyNhQOE94 |
Description
Track 1 from his sixth album of the same name released in 1967 copyright Capitol Records. This song was his breakthrough hit, winning three Grammy awards. The album went Gold a year later and eventually achieved Platinum status in 1991. Written by John Hartford and produced by Al DeLory. RIP John Hartford, Doug Dillard, Leon Russell, Al DeLory & Glen Campbell. Featuring:
Glen Campbell – Lead vocals & acoustic guitar
James Burton – Acoustic & rhythm guitars
Doug Dillard - Banjo
Leon Russell - Piano
Joe Osborn – Bass
Jim Gordon – Drums
It's knowin' that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' 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 are dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that bind me
Or somethin' that somebody said because they thought we fit together walkin'
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're movin' on the backroads by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines
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 still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' cracklin' caldron in some train yard
My beard a rustlin', cold towel, and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're waitin' from the backroads by the rivers of my memories
Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind