Waylon Arnold Jennings was born June 15, 1937 and raised in Littlefield, Texas. Jennings was one of the artists who helped father the country outlaw movement during 1970´s, refusing to play the popular Nashville sound at the time. At the age of 12 he worked as a DJ on a local radio station and shortly afterward he started his very first band. Two years later he left school to pick cotton for for a short time. He moved to Lubbock Texas in 1954 and found work at a radio station where he was introduced to the legendary Buddy Hollywho became a close friend and mentor.
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Gentle On My Mind Lyrics

Waylon Jennings

(John Hartford)
It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry
Keeps you ever gentle on my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks
and I'd be planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walkin'.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursin' or forgivin'
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind.
Though the wheet fields and the clothes lines
And the junk yards 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 walking on the back roads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind.
I dipped my cup of soap back from
a gurglin', cracklin', caltron in some train yard
My beard a roughen 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 waving from the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry
Ever you're just gentle on my mind...