He may have been a rhinestone cowboy or a Wichita lineman but now he will always gentle on my mind....
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 knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind...
BYOP. Room for tiny swag. Please recover well.