{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"Waylon Jennings - Gentle On My Mind ","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=488385&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=488385&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk\r\nThat makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and 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\nKeeps you ever gentle on my mind\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 walkin'\r\nIt's just knowing that the world will not be cursin' or forgivin'\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\nThough the wheet fields and the clothes lines\r\nAnd the junk yards and the highways come between us\r\nAnd some other woman 's cryin' to her mother cause she turned and I was gone\r\nI still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face\r\nAnd the 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 flowing gentle on my mind\r\nI dipped my cup of soap back from a gurglin' cracklin' 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 to 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 you're just gentle on my mind\r\n","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/4\/8\/8\/_\/488385_59886_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"488385"}