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<object><type>video</type><version>1.0</version><provider_name>Network.hu</provider_name><provider_url>http://network.hu/</provider_url><title> Elvis Presley-Gentle On My Mind</title><author_name>apucsoka</author_name><author_url>http://network.hu/apucsoka</author_url><html>&amp;lt;object width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;movie&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;http://slager.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=127209&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://slager.network.hu&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowscriptaccess&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowfullscreen&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=&amp;quot;http://slager.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=127209&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://slager.network.hu&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot; allowscriptaccess=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; allowfullscreen=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/object&amp;gt;</html><width>424</width><height>345</height><duration>200</duration><description>It's knowin' that your door is always open&#13;
And you path is free to walk&#13;
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up&#13;
And stashed behind your couch&#13;
&#13;
It's knowin' I'm not shackled&#13;
By forgotten words and bonds&#13;
And the ink stains that have dried up on some lovin'&#13;
That keeps you in the back roads&#13;
By the rivers of my memory&#13;
It keeps you ever gentle on my mind &#13;
&#13;
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy&#13;
Planted on their columns now that bind me&#13;
Or something that somebody said&#13;
Because they thought we'd fit together walkin'&#13;
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursin'&#13;
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find&#13;
That you're moving on the back roads&#13;
By the rivers of my memory and for hours&#13;
You're just gentle on my mind&#13;
&#13;
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines&#13;
And the junk yards and the highways come between us&#13;
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother&#13;
'Cause she turned and I was gone&#13;
I still might run in silence&#13;
Tears of joy might stain my face&#13;
And the summer sun might burn me 'till I'm blind&#13;
But not to where I cannot see you&#13;
Walking in the back roads&#13;
By the rivers flowing gently on my mind&#13;
&#13;
I dip my cup of soup from a gurgling,&#13;
cracking cauldron in some train yard&#13;
My beard a roughening coal pile&#13;
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face&#13;
Through cupped hands around the tin can&#13;
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find&#13;
That you're wavin' from the back roads&#13;
By the rivers of my memory&#13;
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind</description><thumbnail_url>http://vds.network.hu/clubvideo/1/2/7/_/127209_61185_2.jpg</thumbnail_url><thumbnail_width>80</thumbnail_width><thumbnail_height>60</thumbnail_height><video_id>127209</video_id></object>
