Gentle On My Mind
Titel: Gentle On My Mind
Längd: 3:22
Kompositörer: John Hartford
Utgivare: Glaser Publications
Inspelningsdatum: 1969-01-15
Inspelningstid: mellan klockan 02:00-05:00 och 05:30-08:30
Inspelningsplats: American Sound Studio – Memphis, TN
Matrix: XPA5 1155
Tagning master: okänt
Producent: Felton Jarvis och Chips Moman
Studiotekniker: Al Pachucki och Roy Shockley
Musiker:
Gitarr och sitar: Reggie Young
Gitarr: Elvis Presley
Bas: Tommy Cogbill
Bas: Mike Leech
Trummor: Gene Chrisman
Piano: Bobby Wood
Orgel: Bobby Emmons
Pålagt i efterhand:
Gitarr: Reggie Young
Bas: Tommy Cogbill
Piano: Bobby Wood
Orgel: Bobby Emmons
Munspel: Ed Kollis
Trumpet: A. Vasquez
Trumpet: N. Prentice
Trumpet: B. Shew
Trombon: A. Le Cogue
Trombon: J. Boicie
Trumpet: R. F. Taylor
Trumpet: Wayne Jackson
Trumpet: Dick Steff
Saxofon och trombon: Jackie Thomas
Saxofon: Andrew Lowe
Saxofon: Glen Spreen
Saxofon: J. P. Luper
Trombon: Ed Logan
Trombon: Jack Hale
Trombon: Gerald Richardson
Valthorn: Joe D’Gerolamo
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Mary Green
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Donna Thatcher
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Susan Pilkington
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Mary Holladay
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Dolores Edgin
Kör/bakgrundssångare: June Page
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Hurschel Wiginton
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Joe Babcock
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Ginger Holladay
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Millie Kirkham
Första utgivning: From Elvis In Memphis (LSP-4155)
Även utgiven på bland annat:
Welcome To My World (APL1-2274)
The Greatest Show On Earth (DML1-0348)
Country Memories (R244069)
Elvis Forever Vol. 3 (NL 43868)
Text:
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
It’s not clingin’ to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that bind me
Or something 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 back roads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you’re just gentle on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
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 back roads
By the rivers flowin’ gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin’ cracklin’ cauldron
In some train yard
My beard a rustlin’ coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands ’round a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you’re waitin’ from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smilin’, ever gentle on my mind
