Gentle on My Mind

I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'

Cracklin' caldron in some train yard

My beard a roughning coal pile, and

A dirty hat pulled low across my face

Through cupped hands 'round a tin can

I pretend I hold you to my breast and find

That you're waving from the backroads

By the rivers of my memories

Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind

 

--from Gentle on My Mind by Glen Campbell

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