1 Glen Campbell, Vol.Early in my teenage years, I tried to do what everyone does at that time and distance myself from everything I grew up with and everything my parents liked because it “wasn’t cool.” 2 Gentle on My Mind The Glen Campbell Collection (1962-1989): Gentle on My Mind Greatest Hits Live Branson City Limits Back to Back Hits Country Summit Rhinestone Cowboy The Very Best of Glen Campbell Glen Campbell Live! His Greatest Hits Phoenix Original Gold, Disk 2 All-Time Favorite Hits Golden Hits Live Original Gold 20 Greatest Hits Greatest Hits: In Concert The Gold Collection In Concert Gentle on My Mind/By the Time I Get to Phoenix Southern Nights: Greatest Hits Wichita Lineman Southern Nights, Vol. So, this man likes this woman a lot, maybe even loves her, but he likes being single more, and she accepts that, and he likes that she accepts thatĪll-Time Favorites Classics Collection Essential, Vol. He does NOT want to live with anyone (It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy Planted on their columns now that bind me = I don't want to share a home with anyone) and he definitely does NOT want to get married (And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bondsĪnd the ink stains that have dried upon some lines = the words and bonds are the wedding vows, and the ink stains refer to the marriage license or marriage certificate, the "piece of paper"). He does NOT want to be exclusive with this woman or anyone else (It's knowin' that your door is always openĪnd your path is free to walk = you are free to enjoy other people's company, as am I, and I like that). General CommentThe fellow in this song (probably a hippie or a hobo) enjoys the company of a certain lady, maybe even cares about her in his way, but has no interest in having her or any other woman in his life as anything other than occasional company. And now Glen Campbell is fading away, having just released what he says is his last album, given his failing health (Alzheimers). But as somebody told me at the time, those of us that know him appreciate what he did, and that's enough. John Hartford died a few years ago, and I still think it's a crime that he got so little recognition for his musical contributions. When he was finished, she was in tears, and said it was the prettiest thing she had ever heard, or words to that effect. Someplace I read that, shortly after he first wrote it, a female friend visited them, and his wife suggested he play it for her. I can't see how they connect, but that's how things go. Hartford says he wrote it in about 15 minutes, after seeing the movie "Doctor Zhivago", which triggered some memories for him. It seems to be about a hippie and his one true love (wherever she is). General CommentIt was written by John Hartford, one of the most amazing musicians this country has ever produced. That you're wavin' from the back roads by the rivers of my memories I pretend to hold you to my breast and find I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my faceĪnd the summer sun might burn me till I'm blindīut not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the back roadsīack from a gurglin', cracklin' cauldron in some train yardĪnd a dirty hat pulled low across my face Though the wheat fields and the coastlinesĪnd the junkyards and the highways come between usĪnd some other woman's cryin' to her mother That you're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my memoryĪnd for hours you're just gentle on my mind When I walk along some railroad track and find It's just knowin' that the world will not be cursin' or forgivin' Planted on their columns now that bind meīecause they thought we fit together walkin' That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled upĪnd it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bondsĪnd the ink stains that have dried upon some lines It's knowin' that your door is always open
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