{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"Faron Young - Gentle On My Mind (1969)  ","author_name":"apucsoka","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/apucsoka","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=270996&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=270996&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"Well it's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk\r\nThat makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up\r\nAnd stashed behind your couch\r\nAnd it's knowing I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons\r\nAnd the ink stains that have dried upon some line\r\nThat keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry\r\nThat keeps you ever gentle on my mind\r\n\r\nIt's not clinging to the rocks and I'd be planted on their columns now that binds me\r\nOr something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking\r\nIt's just knowin' that the world will not be cursin' or forgiving\r\nWhen I walk along some railroad track and find\r\nThat you're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry\r\nAnd for hours you're just gentle on my mind\r\n\r\nThough the wheet fields and the clothes lines\r\nAnd the junk yards and the highways come between us\r\nAnd some other woman cryin' to her mama cause she turned and I was gone\r\nI still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face\r\nAnd a summer sun might burn me till I'm blind\r\nBut not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads\r\nBy the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind\r\n\r\nI dipped my cup of soap back from a gurgling crackling caltron in some train yard\r\nMy beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face\r\nThrough cupped hands round a tin can I pretend I hold you to my breast and find\r\nThat you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry\r\nEver smiling ever gentle on my mind mhm","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/2\/7\/_\/270996_32608_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"270996"}